Rose Marion Tyler has been to plenty of places and has seen things that others could not even imagine. Ever since a big-eared man with a leather jacket grabbed her hand and told her to run, her life has turned from everyday ordinary to wondrously bizarre literally overnight. She has traveled with him for nearly two years now, carrying knowledge and experience far beyond a regular person. However, it did not ready her for their next destination. To her, she thought a universe that depicted their life on a show was something unthinkable, unbelievable! Yet, here she was, walking through the large production.

It was mid-day and a rush of people were bustling about, pushing film cameras, light effects, and odd-shaped props. She followed the Doctor through the whole parade as they made their way outside the studio. His converses squeaked on the floor as they walked. Trailers lined up the area around the building. Each one was marked with a name on the front door.

It seemed ironic. When she was little, she dreamed about becoming a famous movie star. She thought it was impossible for her, being from the Powell Estate, but she could always dream. Watching the celebrities on the television, she would fantasize about the flashing lights and designer clothing that came with the glamorous life. She envisioned the sets and locations she would visit. Now she was here and she looked around in fascination.

Rose was too occupied in what she was looking at to realize that she was about to run into someone. She got a face full of bowtie and velour jacket.

"Billie!" a floppy-haired man said as he gave her a suffocating hug. The Doctor turned around to see the commotion. He raised his eyebrows at the man that was holding Rose. She looked at him for guidance. A slither of jealousy flashed in his eyes, before vanishing into one of amusement. An expression that left so quickly on his face that Rose thought she imagined it.

The man pulled away from Rose to see her face, still holding her arms with his hands. "Are you alright? I was so worried! I wasn't able to get to you because of all those people crowding you."

The man seemed to be in his late twenties to early thirties. He had a defined facial bone structure and pale-colored eyebrows. A distinguished chin stuck out from the rectangular-shaped face. The brown flop of hair that brushed his forehead was close to his dark green eyes. He wore an old-fashioned outfit: a dark gray waistcoat accompanied with a bowtie and a long velour jacket. Rose assumed he must be an actor from his costume.

"Umm, y-yeah I'm fine." She said, unsure on how to respond. Her eyes were pleading for the Doctor's assistance.

The chin man then noticed the Doctor standing in front of them. He had the same look of concern on his face as well when he saw the bump on his head.

"You okay too David? That's a nasty bruise."

"I'm alright, as good as I'll ever be. Had a bump a lot larger than this once. I was rescuing these funny little green creatures at this place called Lobashia, and I hit my head on one of their electrical poles. Do you remember that Rose? For that entire week, people thought I was growing Mt. Everest on my forehead." He nattered on. Rose giggled in reply. The Doctor and his gob always find a way to run off at random times.

The man gave them a perturbed look. "What's with the Estuary accent?"

"Oh…umm…" Before the Doctor could think of a good reason, the man beat him to it.

"Oh! I get it!" he laughed. "You're in character! And I guess you're acting as Rose," he looked at her. "Okay, here, I'll play along with you guys." He took a moment to prepare himself.

"Hello past me and Rose! Yowza! What are you two doing here? This is dangerous, very dangerous. The both of you being here could affect our timelines!" he said acting aghast as he clasped his hands together.

"What do you mean 'past me'? You're future me?!" The Doctor asked looking stunned.

"Yes, yes." He said distractedly as he took out a pen-like device from his jacket and hovered it around the pair. The device sounded exactly like the Doctor's sonic screwdriver, but gave off a green light instead of the regular blue. He brought it up to his face and pretended to be reading the data.

"Is that supposed to be a sonic screwdriver?" Rose questioned.

"Yep, my cool sonic screwdriver." He grinned at her. "I was just scanning to see if you two were well enough to come with Clara and me to this great Italian restaurant for dinner. And it looks like," he examined the fake screwdriver again; "you're all alright."

"We can't," the Doctor butted in. "Sorry, medics told us we can't do a lot of physical activity right now."

The chin man appeared disappointed. "Shame, that." He said out of character. "We could have had a good time. I was hoping you and Cla-Jenna could get to know each other. You know companion to companion." He winked at Rose. She gave him an apologetic smile, although she had no idea what he was talking about.

"I'm a bit lost though," The Doctor said in his Scottish accent. "Could you point us to our dressing rooms? I forgot where mine was."

"Umm…" the chin man looked around. "Billie's is right there." He pointed to a trailer a few feet away. "Your's, I think, is two trailers behind that one," he told him pointing to the trailer farthest to the left.

"Thank you." The Doctor said.

"No problem. See you guys on Monday." He turned to Rose, "Tell the kids I said hi."

He waved them goodbye, leaving a bewildered Rose and Doctor in the midst.

"Who was that?" Rose asked him.

"I have no idea, but bowties? Really? I haven't worn those in centuries!" The Doctor complained watching the fleeting figure of the eccentrically-dressed man.

"I thought it was sort of cool." Rose told him.