The inhabitants of Demon's Run were not unaccustomed to the sound of screams. Especially if they were to pass by the forbidden door.

No one, no one save for Madame Kovarian and those with her express permission were allowed to enter the room behind the heavily locked door, but rumors of what lurked behind the door floated through the ranks. It was rumored that great power, evil worse than the Doctor was held there. But few knew the truth.

Behind the door was a woman, young in appearance but as old as Time itself, a girl who was once human, but now was a goddess, able to bend Time and Space to her very will. She was known as the Bad Wolf, but her name was Rose Tyler.

Rose paced around the small room, listening to the pounding of footsteps that passed by the door of her prison. Something was happening, she could sense it. Madame Kovarian, or, as Rose referred to her, Lady Eye Patch, hadn't visited in several days, which rather than reassuring Rose, alarmed her. It meant that something more important to Kovarian had happened. Something that occupied her time more than Rose did. And Rose had occupied her time for several years now, Kovarian and her band of merry men torturing Rose in vain attempts to discover, and control, the extent of her powers. But Rose was the Bad Wolf, and she would not bow to the whims of a mortal who wished to use her power for selfish reasons.

The door flew open, and Rose leapt back, narrowing her eyes at Kovarian.

Kovarian smirked. "It has occurred to me that we have been neglecting our duties as your gracious hosts. As such, you will be transported to new quarters. Arms."

Rose obediently held out her arms, and Kovarian handcuffed her wrists, before pushing Rose out of the door, guards swarming around her at her appearance.

Rose eyes flashed gold as the group made their way through the halls of the base, until they approached a white door, a guard on either side, the door sliding open at their approach. "Your new quarters," Kovarian announced. "I expect you'll find your new roommates fascinating, to say the least."

Rose was pushed into the room, the door closing behind her.

Down below the balcony Rose was standing on, looking out the window, was a redheaded woman cradling something in her arms. As Rose descended the stairs and approached the woman, she could see it was a baby.

"Who are you?" The woman asked defensively.

"Rose. And you are?" Rose asked.

The woman stared at Rose for a moment, deciding whether to answer or not.

"Amy Pond. This is my daughter, Melody," Amy replied.

Rose studied the woman, sensing that the woman had spent time in the Time Vortex. This woman was a time traveler, and her baby, there was something different about little Melody. Rose wasn't certain, but it felt like Melody wasn't completely human.

"Why are you here?" Rose asked curiously.

"They want Melody." Amy turned, staring out the window once more. "I used to travel with a man, and I will once more whenever he rescues me, and they took me. Apparently, traveling with this man made my baby special. They're going to take her from me. You?"

"I used to travel with a man, as well. A brilliant, crazy man. And he was in trouble. So, I looked absorbed the Time Vortex and became a goddess. Now, Kovarian wants to use my power to stop the Doctor. Or so I've gathered."

"I used to travel with him. Just as you do now," Rose guessed, watching Amy smile. Even from speaking to her for only a few short moments, Rose could feel that Amy was the sort of girl who the Doctor would travel with.

"Why did you stop?"

Rose turned away from Amy, twirling a lock of hair around her finger. "I fell," she said simply.

Amy opened her mouth to ask another question, but upon catching sight of Rose's empty eyes, remained silent.

Rose fingered the ring on her finger, her wedding band to the Doctor, the metacrisis Doctor, her human Doctor. Jonathan Noble, that was the name he had chosen for himself. They had been supposed to live out their lives together, as mortals. But Rose was the Bad Wolf, and that was not her destiny. She was destined for something far greater. And her Fate was coming to get her.