CHAPTER FOUR

"Do I know you?"

The Doctor stood there and stared at her. It was his Rose, she was here.

"Hello. Are you alright?'

Realizing that Rose was waving her hand in front of his face, he gave his head a shake and smiled.

"We met a long time ago. You probably don't remember me." Turning to Mickey he continued, "And you'd be Mickey."

"Yeah, and who the hell are you? You didn't actually tell us."

"Oh, I'm The Doctor." He replied, extending his hand to shake. Mickey shook it but quickly released it as soon as he could.

"Doctor who?" asked Rose.

"Ah…. Dr John Smith." He answered, thinking that they'd already done something similar. "What day is it?"

"Wednesday." Rose replied with a curious look on her face.

"No, the date, what's the date?"

Rose and Mickey looked at each other, both of them thinking that this man was weird.

"It's the fourth of February 2005."

He realized that it was only a month away from when they had originally met. He couldn't stay here, he was already tempting fate. Thankfully, when they first met he hadn't yet regenerated. Although, when the time comes she'd know something. Strangely though, she'd never mentioned this meeting to him. Why?

"Are you sure that you're alright?"

"Yes, yes I'm fine. Sorry, just had a bad few…….. Well months actually. Don't worry, sorry to hold you both up."

"Ok, we might see you around then."

With that, Rose and Mickey walked away. The Doctor watched them leave, churning with jealousy. Just before they turned the corner he saw rose turn around and look at him. Noticing him watching them, she smiled and waved. Conjuring up something of a smile, he waved back. When they disappeared around the corner, The Doctor lent against the TARDIS. He realized that they hadn't even noticed it. Taking out his key, he opened the door and entered. Slowly walking over to the control panel, he checked the time screen. Sure enough, it was set for February fourth 2005. How could he not remember setting this? He needed to get away from London. Actually away from Earth would be better. Maybe go somewhere isolated where he could be all alone and not risk bumping into Rose again. He couldn't allow this to happen again.

Resetting the controls for the remote and uninhabited planet of Josepallita, he started up the TARDIS and once again went to lie down.