"So then humans, being who they are in the future, not quite the stupid apes they prance around to be now, came to an agreement with the high council of that planet…" The Doctors voice trailed off as he noticed that Rose wasn't paying attention to him anymore. They were trying to decide where to go as the Doctor punched in random coordinates into the TARDIS. "Anything amiss?" he asked, stopping to stroke his fingers down her cheek. He loved doing that now; especially licking all parts of her she gave him permission to. He also loved the fact that she wasn't put out by his oral fixations but found them a turn on.

"You're bound to poison yourself if you just lick anything," she had warned him laughing when he impolitely dipped his fingers into a jar at the home of Chloe Webber and her mother.

"But I just licked you and I'm fine and dandy," he had replied with a devilish grin, whispering in her ear as he passed her by in the Webber's kitchen. Rose turned a slight shade of pink. She swore she was going to get him back for that.

That had taken place only a couple of days ago. They were back from cheering on their favorite teams in the Olympics and it was almost two weeks since she'd dream about the Face of Boe. She especially became more quite when the Doctor had told her that there was a storm coming soon. He sensed it in the atmosphere. She was a bit shaken and something within her had begun to memorize little things about him. She spent more of her time watching his mouth as he spoke, the actions of his hands as he pondered different problems in his head. His very intellect was a turn on. He would also run his hands repeatedly through his hair, something he hadn't bothered to do with his previous incarnation. She wondered if it was his fascination with finally having hair that made him obsess about it, wanting to constantly touch it to make sure it was still there. She laughed inwardly at this thought.

The Doctor had observed that Rose had become more quite and kept staring at him almost absently. Her new lack of self began to disturb him. It was as though she was holding something back from him, even when she seemed more passionate in their lovemaking, wanting to prolong their union; wrapping herself around him at night. None of this was he adverse to. On the contrary, it had been forever since anyone wanted him as much as she did or cared enough to be with him in such a capacity. She kept his demons away and for that he was eternally grateful.

But now his Rose seemed to be further away. He began to worry that perhaps she wanted to go home, maybe leave him.

"What's really wrong?" he asked her.

Before Rose could reply her mobile rang. She picked it up. It was her mother. What she told Rose sent a chill up her spine.

"I need to go home," she told him. "Something is wrong."

Had the whole universe gone crazy? At the Powell Estates she could have sworn she heard one of her neighbors call her Eve.

"Back again," Amanda Samuels asked as she saw Rose race up the stairs to her mothers flat. "Good to see you again, Eve," she said.

"What did you say?" Rose asked, stopping suddenly. The Doctor bumped into her when she stopped without warning.

"Good to see you again, Rose!" Amanda waved as she hurried down the stairs.

"Did you hear what she called me?" she asked the Doctor, an odd expression on her face.

"She said that it was nice to see you again. Why? Why's that strange?" he asked trying to catch his breath.

Rose shook her head. "Nothing," she said. "Let's just go find my mum."