Please see part one for disclaimers

"I don't think this is the 1960's," Rose remarked has a woman walked by clutching a Starbucks coffee cup like it was the most important thing on the planet. The TARDIS had dematerialized behind some trees in the Golden Gate Park.

"November 19, 2005 to be exact," Jack said after grabbing a discarded newspaper out of the garbage and reading the date. Rose looked at the Doctor with a raised eyebrow.

"The important thing is that we landed in San Francisco," the Doctor said quickly before Rose or Jack could comment about his piloting skills. "Come on, we need to find a cyber café. I need to book us a hotel otherwise we'll be sleeping in the park."

Twenty minutes later, the Doctor was sitting in the back corner of an upscale cyber café. Rose and Jack made a beeline to the counter to order coffee. The Doctor had a long conversation with an old friend who insisted that he stay at his hotel when he found out that the Doctor was visiting San Francisco for a few days.

They grabbed a taxi and fifteen minutes later they arrived at the hotel. The doorman smiled politely has he held the door open when they entered the hotel lobby.

Rose started to feel very self-conscious as they walked through the plush hotel lobby. It seemed that everyone was dressed in very expensive clothing and the women seemed to be dripping with jewelry. A woman dressed in a silk green dress with matching accessories glanced in their direction and gave Rose a disdainful look when she saw Rose's jeans, pink hoodie and muddy running shoes.

"Ignore her, Rose," Jack muttered in a low voice, seeing Rose's discomfort written on her face. "I can't stand people who look down on others just to make themselves feel better."

"I dealt with a lot of people like her when I worked at Henrik's, they thought I was beneath them because I was a shop girl," Rose said with a sigh, thinking about some of the rude customers she had encountered. "Can't stand people like that."

"Just ignore her, Rose. She wouldn't last more than two minutes aboard the TARDIS," Jack said, giving her hand a squeeze. "She would probably faint dead away if she saw Skag."

"What's a Skag?" Rose asked as the Doctor said something to the counter person. The woman gave the Doctor a wide eyed look, then quickly spoke into her headset.

"Looks like a ten foot tall cockroach with six inch fangs," Jack replied with a grin.

"Note to self, start packing bug spray when we leave the TARDIS," Rose muttered with a shudder. She hated bugs in any way, shape or form. The Doctor gave her a quizzical look before the hotel manager stepped out of his office.

"Doctor Smith?" a man wearing gold rimmed glasses with dark brown hair and hazel eyes, wearing a three piece Armani black suit, asked politely. "I'm Victorio Russo, manager of The Loft, San Francisco. I'm sorry that Mr. Saitama wasn't here to greet you but he is in Dubai at the opening of our new hotel," Victorio said, firmly shaking hands with the Doctor, Rose and Jack.

Mr. Saitama had personally called Victorio Russo thirty minutes ago and had ordered him to make Doctor Smith and his friends as comfortable as possible while they were staying at his hotel, and Mr. Saitama would personally take care of Doctor Smith's hotel bill.

"That's alright, Mr. Russo. I don't expect Akihiko to drop everything and fly half way around the world to greet me," the Doctor replied in a cheerful voice. "How's the old man doing these days?"

"Fine," Victorio said, slightly taken back by the Doctor's question. Not in a million years would he or any of his employees refer to Mr. Saitama by his first name or as an old man, even if the man was pushing seventy-five years old. He decided to change the topic quickly before he started asking questions that he had no right to be asking. "If you would like to follow me, I'll show you to your suite."

They went over to an elevator marked private and fifteen seconds later, they stepped into the loft that they would call home for the next six days. Rose looked around in awe and even Jack had to admit that he was impressed.

The loft had a spectacular view of San Francisco Bay and clearly money had not been an issue in decorating the loft. The main room featured a huge living area with several leather sofas and chairs. There was a fully stocked wet bar with seating for four and Rose's mouth watered when she saw several platters of food and a champagne bucket on the dining room table. There was a forty two inch plasma television screen, and state of the art entertainment system.

A spiral staircase led to the second floor that featured three bedrooms with king size beds, fully stocked mini-bar, thirty two inch plasma television in each room, and walk in closets. The bathroom had a sunken bath tub that could easily fit two people, walk in shower, his and her sinks, and had an assortment of luxury bath and body products.

"Doctor Smith, here are your room cards for your visit. You can access the deck, swimming pool, squash courts on the tenth floor," Victorio explained handing them their room cards. "There are two four star restaurant in our hotel. If you wish to eat here, please call the front desk to make a reservation or if you wish to dine in your room, one of our chefs will be more than happy to cook in room for you. We also have full room service available twenty four hours a day.

"There are also several boutiques within the hotel if you wish to go shopping. If you wish to buy something, have the sale person swipe your card and it will be taken care off," Victorio explained with a smile. "If you need a car, we can have one at the front door within half an hour and we can provide a driver if you need one. There are also numerous amenities that I'm quite sure that you and your party will enjoy, " Victorio said, pulling out his business card and handing it to the Doctor. "If you need anything at all, please don't hesitate to call me day or night."

"Thank you, Mr. Russo,"the Doctor said in a warm voice has they walked to the elevator. "I'm sure that Mr. Saitama will be very please when I tell him how helpful you have been."

They spent the next few days exploring San Francisco and the surrounding area. They spent a fun filled day at Fisherman's Wharf. Rose had been entranced by the Aquarium of the Bay, which prompted the Doctor to promise he would take her Mairnus Seven, a planet on the opposite side of the universe that was unique because the water in the ocean was made of breathable liquid oxygen.

They took a private boat tour of San Francisco Bay, including a visit to the infamous Alcatraz Prison, and that night they went on the Chinatown Ghost Walking Tour followed by supper at the luxurious Jade Lantern Restaurant located in the heart of Chinatown. It had been well after midnight when they got back to their hotel. Rose had gone straight to bed while the Doctor had settled down with a crossword puzzle he was doing in nine hundred languages. Jack had wandered around restless for several minutes before disappearing into his room. The Doctor's sharp ears could hear the water running.

"I'm heading out for a bit, Doc," Jack said coming down the stairs and paused in front of the mirror and carefully fixed his hair. "How do I look?" Jack demanded, putting on his jacket and shoving his wallet in his pant's pocket.

"Good enough to eat," the Doctor replied, letting his eyes linger on Jack. The former time agent was wearing tight black pants, polished black shoes and silk red dress shirt open at the neck that gave a tantalizing glimpse of his chest and the Doctor could smell the subtle pheromones that Jack was releasing into the air. The Doctor made a mental note to find out how much genetic tampering had been done to humans by the fifty-first century.

"That's the whole idea, Doctor," Jack purred in a low voice. There was a predatory gleam in his blue eyes. One of the waiters had discreetly slipped Jack a card early that morning and a quick internet search had pulled up a website to a very exclusive men's club in the heart of the Gay Village of San Francisco. "Don't wait up for me."

"Jack," the Doctor called out, and Jack's hand paused on the doorknob, "be careful whom you home go with."

"I'm always careful, Doctor," Jack replied in a serious voice and touched by the Doctor's concern. "See you later."

"Where's Jack?" Rose asked the next morning, cradling a cup of hot tea in her hand. The Doctor had thoughtfully ordered room service and they were enjoying a nice leisurely breakfast for two consisting of French toast, eggs, bacon, fresh fruit, freshly squeezed orange juice, and tea.

"He went out last night or rather early this morning. I think he was starting to have a case of cabin fever," the Doctor replied, helping himself to another piece of fresh fruit.

"Oh, I bet he had a fever," Rose said in a cheeky voice, "and I'm willing to bet he found someone to put out the fire, several times, in fact."

"So, what do you want to do today?" the Doctor asked, pouring another cup of tea for Rose. It was a nice sunny day outside but the weatherman reported that cooler air was moving in later tonight with a possibility of rain tomorrow.

"How about wine tasting in the Napa Valley?" Rose replied after a few seconds of hard thinking. She smiled at him, happy at the thought of spending the day with just the Doctor. "I've always wanted to drive through the countryside in a convertible on my way to a wine tasting party."

"Wine tasting it is," the Doctor replied, secretly relieved that Rose hadn't mentioned shopping or lounging around the pool area. Shopping was slightly below spending a day with Jackie Tyler and he didn't want to spend the day at the pool being the "Oncoming Storm" if someone looked at Rose the wrong way. "I'll give Mr. Russo a call and leave everything in his capable hands."

"Right, then, I'll go and get changed. If I'm going wine tasting I need to look the part," Rose said cheerfully, finishing the last of her tea and putting the china cup down on the table, "I'll be ready in fifteen minutes."

"You do look lovely, Rose," the Doctor complimented as they walked through the hotel lobby twenty minutes later. He slipped his hand into hers and gave it a squeeze. Rose was wearing a silk white blouse, a floral print skirt, her favorite black high heels and a pair of over size sunglasses were perched on her head. She was carrying her sensible "running-for-her-life-shoes" in her new shoulder bag.

"Good morning, Doctor Smith, Ms. Tyler," Victorio Russo greeted the Doctor and Rose cheerfully with a hearty handshake. So far, Doctor Smith and his friends had been the perfect hotel guests. No outrageous demands, no incidents that had to be hushed up or discreetly handled. "If you would like to come this way, I'll show you to your car."

"Wow, that's a lovely car," Rose said, staring at the blue Jaguar convertible. Although she wasn't car crazy like her ex-boyfriend Mickey, she could appreciate a beautiful car when she saw one.

"Here is your car registration, and insurance papers, Doctor Smith," Victorio Russo said, handing the Doctor an oversize leather wallet with the insurance papers, a gasoline credit card and most importantly, the car keys. "Here are the directions to the winery. I had the garage program the GPS as well. I've booked you a private tour at The Ticino Estate and I'm sure that you'll enjoy your tour of the winery."

"Thank you, Mr. Russo," the Doctor replied graciously. He held the car door open for Rose, then the Doctor got in the car and carefully eased out into traffic, keeping well within the speed limit has they drove out of San Francisco and into the Napa Valley area.

They arrived at the Ticino Estates and then took a comprehensive tour of the Estate by the owner, Andrea Baertschi, a feisty red head from New York City. She had single-handedly started her winery back in the 1970's, and built her winery into one of the largest private label suppliers in North America. They ate an excellent lunch and sampled several fine wines with their meal. Andrea had insisted that they take several bottles of wine as a parting gift. Halfway back to the hotel Rose got a text message from Jack saying he was at the hotel swimming pool if they were looking for him.

"Hey, Jack! Nice bathing suit," Rose greeted him, sitting down next to him. The Doctor had disappeared into the TARDIS to check the water filtrations system and knowing the Doctor with his "superior cardiovascular system," it would be a while before he reappeared.

Jack was stretched out in a deck chair, wearing a pair of black Speedo that left little to the imagination. Three bikini clad women walked by and they eyed Jack before giggling amongst themselves.

"Have a nice night?" Rose asked in an innocent voice.

"Now, Rose, you know I don't kiss and tell," Jack said seriously with a gleam in his bright blue eyes. They stared at each other for a few seconds before erupting in laughter.