The Doctor returned three months later, a triumphant look on his face. He landed the TARDIS right in Jackie's living room and burst out the door. "Sorry I'm late! Guess what!"
He stopped short when he felt Jackie slap him across the face. "You listen here. I was worried sick when I got home on Thursday night and Rose was gone. I called her mobile thirty times! Where is she? Let me in." Jackie swung open the TARDIS door. "Rose Marion! Get your skinny hide out here! You gave me a fright!"
"What?!" The Doctor went in after Jackie. "Rose isn't here?"
"Oh, don't get clever. You swooped her up, right? After the pub? Her clothes are all gone too!" Jackie looked venomous.
The Doctor swooped to the console and zeroed in on Rose's coordinates. "No, Jackie, I swear to you I did not. I'll find her. I have a biometric scan of her. I can find her anywhere in the universe." The TARDIS dinged indicating a result. "She's here in London, but…" He looked confused. "She's moving around… and her vitals are… well…" He broke off. "I'm going to get her, Jackie. I'll be back." He unceremoniously pushed her out the door and the TARDIS dematerialized with a wheeze.
He found his Rose, looking a little less than Rose. Eleven weeks had gone by since he'd seen her, but he skin no longer held the bright pink undertones. She's stopped coloring her hair, and the deep brown color she'd been born with was now evident. Her eyes were dark and focused. Her jeans seemed to fit tighter and her tee shirt and boots were new, and black. Suited for running.
There was a young man next to her. Like him, he was much older than his appearance. Vampire. Honest to Rassilon vampire.
And he'd taken his Rose.