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What had come over him? All these years, he'd manage to mask his feelings perfectly. All it took was a world famous lothario, and there he was, acting like a jealous ape. And now, he had an angry teenager to answer to.

"Well?" Rose stood infront of him with her hands placed firmly on her hips.

"Well what?"

"You know what! What did you do that for! And where were you anyway! I looked round and you'd disappeared! Lookin' for Madame De Pompadour were ya?" She asked, her face flushing an angry shade of red.

"Rose, don't drag Reinette into this! And anyway, why would she be in Venice, its accessible only by special.." He stopped when he saw Rose's face. "Look. I'm sorry. I got..I got jealous."

"Why?" She quickly crossed her fingers behind her back.

"Erm..well, all you have to do is read Casanova's autobiography to know that he has a way with women.." Rose uncrossed her fingers and brought her hand back to her side.

"And you don't?"

"Well." He grinned. "He invented the lottery too. Terribly rich." He was getting excuses off the top of his head, and he knew they weren't at all believable.

"Whatever. Now we've lost him. Well done, Doctor!" Rose walked off in the direction of the courtyard.

"Rose! Rose! Wait!" Called the Doctor. At this, Rose quickened her pace. The Doctor broke into a run to try and catch up with her. He tripped, and landed flat on his face, hitting his head against the pavement.

"Oww" was all he managed before light became darkness and his eyes closed.

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"Giacamo! You're still here." She smiled broadly. She didn't know why she was so keen to see him again. Maybe this was her way of showing her feelings for the Doctor.

"Miss Rose. You have returned. You're friend gone, has he?"

"Erm, yeah. I made him see sense. Bit of the jealous type."

"Right. I've handled plenty of jealous men." He looked down at his shoes, and grinned.

Rose laughed. She was perfectly aware of Casanova's reputation.

"So. Rose. Your accent is unique. Where are you from?"

"England. London to be precise."

"London. Never been there. Heard the English have terrible milk. I like milk." He smiled, internally cringing at making such a stupid remark.

"The milks ok, actually. Got better recently." Rose looked around, half expecting the Doctor to be standing watching her. She must have been talking to Casanova for a while. Where was he?

"Sorry, Giacamo. I've gotta go. The Doc- I mean, my friend will be worrying about me." She quickly ran off, leaving Casanova sitting there, bemused by her swift exit.

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"Hello? Sir? Are you alright sir?" The Doctor felt a gentle shaking on his shoulders. He wearily opened his eyes. A dark skinned boy with delicate features kneeled over him.

"What happened?" He asked groggily.

"You must of fallen sir. Come with me. Are you alone?"

"What? No. No, my friend. She's with me. I.. I don't know where she is though.." Suddenly, the boy in front of him faded, and his eyes closed once more.

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