Twenty minutes.

Half an hour.

Forty minutes.

Rose could have sworn her watch had stopped working. It felt like they'd been here for hours already, and the TARDIS obviously wasn't going to open up any time soon. She looked down at her watch again, earning an exasperated sigh from next to her. "What?"

"Constantly looking at that thing won't make the time go any quicker, you know."

"Well, I don't see you doing anything about it."

"I can't." The Doctor looked up at the roof again and raised an eyebrow at it, as if the statement was aimed at both her and the ship. A deep rumble shook the floor. "I told you, I'm not doing it!"

Rose looked down, now clinging to the arm of the chair as the rumble subsided. "Not doing what?" The Doctor just shrugged in response. "Fine, be like that," she muttered, getting up and crossing the room. She tried the doors again, but they wouldn't budge. She kicked them instead, and they still didn't budge.

"That won't help."

"Okay, well I'm going to have a shower." Rose returned the way she came, picking bits of hardened goo out of her hair as she attempted to open the other door. That wouldn't move either, and she nearly screamed in frustration. "For the love of God, LET ME OUT!"

The response nearly scared Rose to death.

Not until he says it.

"Doctor, where did that voice come from?" He nodded at the roof again and resumed staring at the floor, before snapping round to face Rose, eyes wide with what she could almost describe as fear.

"You can hear what she's saying?"

"That was the first time. Why, something I should know?"

"No. Just wondered." He tried to look like he didn't care, but failed miserably.

"There's something you're not telling me," Rose said, accusingly. "What's going on here?"

"Nothing's going on! It's just a malfunction." More sparks flew from the console. "Just give her time to sort herself out and we'll be on our way again. Just sit down and be quiet."

"Doctor." Rose knelt on the floor in front of him and looked him straight in the eye. "I don't believe you. What's. Going. On?"

"Nothing."

He's got something to tell you, and he's not leaving until he does.

"TARDIS says different." Rose grinned at him. The Doctor picked himself up from the floor and stalked off to the other side of the console, muttering to himself.

"What the Hell is wrong with you today?" the more she followed him round the room, the more he tried to evade her, and Rose felt herself getting frustrated. Eventually she just grabbed the nearest part of him she could (a coat sleeve), and yanked him back, wincing at the feel of still-squishy green stuff in between her fingers.

"Rose, what are you doing?" The question came out far higher than the Doctor would've liked. He'd managed to get his free arm trapped between them, and the sonic screwdriver was held directly under his chin, throwing a blue glow over both their faces.

"Tell me what's going on."

"Really, Rose, this is dangerous." He looked down at the screwdriver. "If I press anything I could fry my brain."

"No worse than what I'll do to you if you don't tell me what's going on."