Rose's POV:
What hits me first is the sound. A chorus of birdsong, beautiful to the point of seeming unreal. The smell is otherworldly, too. It smells like a hundred flowers with their scents somehow amplified. The smell and sound together create a relaxed, blissful vibe.
The scene outside is breathtaking. The sky is a clear blue, so bright I don't think it could possibly be real. There is a forest in front of us, but not a forest like I've ever seen.
The trees have alternating white and brown trunks, which is interesting in itself, but the big thing about them is the leaves. They're red, pink, and white, and they're each shaped like perfect hearts. A light pink one flutters to the ground at my feet. I bend over and pluck it out of the grass. Or at least, I assume it's grass. It's a kind of silvery color, not like any grass on Earth. But here the leaves are pink, so I suppose the grass can be silver.
I turn the leaf over in my hand. It still has veins like a leaf, but the rest of it is pretty alien. I turn to the Doctor. "What is this place?" I ask him.
He gazes down at the leaf in my hand emotionlessly. "Planeta Amore. The Planet of Love."
Planet of Love? Did I hear him wrong or something? Didn't he just break up with me? Why are we on the "planet of love"?!
"I didn't bring us here," the Doctor stated, as if he read my thoughts.
"Well why are we here, then?"
The Doctor steps a few feet forward and turns around. He looks up at the light at the top of the TARDIS. "You think this is funny, do you?" he calls. I stare at him, question in my eyes. "The TARDIS sent us here," he explained.
I smirk. "The TARDIS knows what she's doing."
He glares at me. "Maybe she does, but I still control her, and the TARDIS is going to take us to Earth now." He pushes past me into the TARDIS. He presses a couple buttons.
Nothing happens.
He looks up at the ceiling. "Very funny," he yells.
"What?" I ask from the doorway.
"Now she's decided she needs to charge. We're going to have to stay here for 24 hours."
He looks very upset about the idea. "Well, a 'planet of love' can't be that bad. I mean, it looks nice," I try to cheer him up.
He scowls at the trees outside so frustratedly I half expect lasers to shoot out of his eyes of something and burn the forest to a crisp. "Right now, a planet of love is the last thing I want."
"It may not be what you want, but I think it's what you need," I announce, turning my back to him and marching towards the forest.
He mutters something in Gallifreyan before running to catch up to me.
Doctor's POV:
I hate it here.
It's pretty-looking, sure, but it's just a giant intergalactic tourist trap.
And the TARDIS just had to send me here with Rose, of all people, the person I want to hate.
I want to hate her, I really do. But then I see the way she picks up the leaf that falls in front of her, so full of wonder, not caring that it's foreign or strange. I look at her and I see Rose Tyler, the girl who opened the heart of the TARDIS to save me.
Thanks a lot, TARDIS.
Rose is looking around in wonder, touching the leaves and trunks of all the trees we pass. Soon, we emerge from the forest and find ourselves in a rose garden. Rose breathes closes her eyes and breathes in the scent of the roses. They smell overly sweet, almost sickening, to me, but she seems to enjoy the smell. After smelling the flowers, she strolls over to one and examines it. I follow her.
"These rose's don't have thorns," she observes.
"Of course they don't," I sigh, "they're not real roses."
She looks at me questioningly, but is soon distracted by a couple on a bench on the other side of the garden. The man plucks a rose from a nearby bush and hands it to the woman with a flourish. The woman giggles.
"Doctor, those people… those people are human."
I am about to explain to her that this is a human planet and that we're in the 60th century right now when we hear a scream.
Rose's head whips towards the noise. We share a very familiar glance, then we take of towards the noise.