"We don't know which Rose it is!" Exclaimed the younger Doctor, looking frustrated at his older self and older TARDIS. They were in the console room, unable to leave, but saw a glimpse of one of the Roses against the door.
"We at least know it's Rose, we'll go from there!" His future self said in exasperation.
Rose materialized, almost knocking the two versions of the Time Lord together. The older Time Lord moved back, and his younger self caught her as she fainted, moving to the floor.
"Rose?" He asked the room.
"Your Rose. She fainted because she's not used to time travel quite yet."
"Will she remember any of this?"
'It's not likely. Not if we fix this. Hopefully, neither of you will remember. Now where's my Rose? Help me out." The two raised their sonic screwdrivers at the area the young Rose had come from.
"Doctors? Other me? Where are you?" They heard her ask.
"Rose?" The both called.
"Where are you?" Her voice was distant.
"Hold on- we're pulling you through!"
And just like that- his Rose fell through, tripping on the other Doctor, nearly falling onto the other Rose- her Doctor caught her and held her close.
"Rose."
"Where is it?" She asked.
"Where's what?" The young Doctor asked from the floor.
"The thing that was chas-" And she was cut off.
She felt the pull of disappearing again.