Rose was floating. It was dark. It was silent. And she was floating.

Slowly, she became aware of the tips of her fingers, then her arms, shoulders, neck and head. She licked her lips. They're dry, she thought. Her eyes fluttered and ever so slowly she began to open them. White hot light flooded in, nearly blinding her.

Where was she?

She stared up seeing only a white ceiling. "What?" She twisted her head to the right and then to the left. White, sterile, industrial walls. She flexed her fingers and moved to bring them to her face. It was only then that she realized she could not move. As her hands lifted up, a mysterious force pushed them back down. She craned her head to try to see.

She was strapped to a table. Each hand and each foot neatly tied down. She moved her arms again, this time with more force. Nothing.

"Oh, Doctor. What have you gotten me into this time?" She murmured. She thrashed a bit more, straining. "Help! Doctor! Somebody! Get me out!"

"Rose Tyler," a voice above her said. "It is no use. They cannot hear you."

She moved her head about searching for a speaker but found none. "Who are you? What am I doing here?"

"Rose Tyler, lay calmly. You are going to wear yourself out."

"Get me out of here!" She bucked wildly, accentuating her point.

"I cannot, Rose Tyler."

"And why not?" The voice did not answer. "And why not? Have you heard of the Doctor? I bet you have. He's eaten better than you for breakfast. He's saved the world from Daleks, more than once. He's caused stars to stop shining, planets to stop spinning. Royalty bows to him. And the greatest, most notorious criminals of all of time and space quiver in fear when he walks into a room." Her voice echoed in the room. "And you know what? He's my Doctor and I'mhis Rose Tyler. So if you know what's good for you, you'd let me go."

The voice still did not reply.

A bit more weakly, "Are you there?"

"Yes, Rose Tyler."

"So are you going to let me go?"

"I cannot, Rose Tyler."

"Those speeches always work for him," she mumbled, irritated. "What do you want?"

"I want you, Rose Tyler."

"Yes, but what do you want from me?"

"I want to win."

Rose was more confused than ever. Win what? She was strapped to a table. She had no idea how she even got onto that table, let alone into this room. And now she was supposed to play a game?

"Win what?" Rose blinked furiously. She was beginning to worry. Where was the Doctor?

"I want to win."

"I understand that, but what…" a sharp metallic tink sounded from one of the walls of the room. Tink. Tink. Whirrr.Someone was trying to get in! "Help! I'm in here!"

"I want to win."

The whirring grew louder until… CLICK. Scrapping against the floor. Footsteps. Rose could not see who it was. She squirmed. I hope that's one of the good guys, she thought. She didn't want to think of what would happen if it wasn't.

She sensed someone to her left. Hot breath on her neck.

"Well, hello, Rose Tyler. Fancy meeting you here." She gasped as familiar deep brown eyes smiled at her.