Rose attempted to calm me down as I stormed all around her house.

"My first job in London and it gets blown up by some idiots!" I shouted. Jackie said something about Rose and I working in the Butcher Shop. Rose stared at her mother as if she was crazy.

I giggled at the thought of Rose freaking out as she chopped up some not so innocent cow with me standing next to her happily getting my revenge. Call me sadistic, but if a cow tried to trample you into a pancake when you were only 9, you wouldn't think they were that innocent either.

Micky was sitting on the couch next to Rose offering to take her to the local pub for a drink.

"He wants to go because there's a matron there he likes!" I shouted from the kitchen and Rose laughed before telling him off. She tossed him a plastic arm and told him to put it in the trash can out side. I chuckled as Micky put the arm on his neck and pretended that it was strangling him.

"Give a boy a plastic arm..." Rose muttered.

"You want any tea, Ari?" She asked. A grin filled my face.

"Rose, you have asked me that question for over a year and my answer has always been the same... So why would I change that answer now?" I questioned her with a smirk. She gave me a look that questioned my sanity.

After a brief stare down, which was quite literally a stare down because she's about six inches taller than me, she shook her head and turned to make me a cup of tea.

Suddenly the cat door made a quick 'slam', and I walked to the door.

"Jackie, I thought you told Rose that you shut that flap! I bet you that some cats are going to walk right in here and you're going to call them cute and beg me to take care of them for a few weeks." I told her. She said something that I ignored. The cat door made that same noise again.

I turned and walked to the kitchen to finish making my tea. Honestly, sometimes I consider the Boston Tea Party a waste of amazing tea.

Then, I quickly remember that I'm American, and that sadly dumping tons of tea in Boston Harbor was the best way to rebel against the British. I was lost in thought until Rose walked into the kitchen with me.

"Would you like some coffee?" She asked. I looked at her as started to grab a cup from the sink. I was about to ask her if she forgot what happened last time I had a caffeinated drink, until a northern voice beat me to it. "Might as well. Just milk, thanks."

I walked into the living room and stared at the man in front of me.

He picked up a magazine and looked at the cover. "That'll never work; he's gay and she's an alien." He said slightly amused by it. We both ignored Rose.

"What the hell does that mean?" I hadn't meant to say that out loud, but it slipped out.

"Gay means homosexual, and alien means not from this planet." He explained as if I was an idiot, before turning around and freezing. "What are you staring at me for?" I asked and he snapped out of his trance. He picked up another magazine and read the address.

"Rose Tyler." He read aloud. A shuffling noise came from behind the sofa. I quirked an eyebrow. "Do you have any cats?" He asked and I turned so my back was towards him.

"No, she doesn't. I don't let them have cats because they always wind up making me take care of the darn thing later, saying that it was too cute to be put back on the street, or that was too hard for them to handle." I ranted.

Rose came in and sat down on the couch next to the man. The man had the arm around his neck acting like it was strangling him. "Honestly, give a man a plastic hand..." Rose muttered.

"So, what is you wanted to talk about?" She asked. Suddenly the arm was flung off his neck and flew straight at my face. It attached its self to my face.

I'm not quiet sure what happened next, except for the fact that two people and I tried to get the thing off of me, and that we fell on a table in the process. The man pulled it off and used a weirdly familiar silver and blue stick that made a buzzing sound to make the arm freeze up.

"What just happened?" I exclaimed as he tossed the arm to Rose. "Don't worry, I've stopped it. Harmless." He stated. She whacked him on the arm with it. "Ow!" He said glaring slightly at Rose.

I felt myself grow cold. Rose turned to me in confusion. "What?" She asked as the man also turned to face me. I looked at the shattered glass table and explained. "We accidentally broke Jackie's favorite table." I muttered as Rose sighed and the man got up to leave.