Sara "Sway" Raines checked the picture on her cell phone and started scanning the food court for Raymond Calitri's girlfriend. Despite the late hour, the food court was crowded and hopefully that would work to her advantage. She spotted Calitri's girlfriend grabbing a table that had just become free. Sway took a deep breath, plastered a tired look on her face and walked over to her table.

"Hey, do you mind if I sit here?"

Rose's head jerked up from her silent musing. A tired-looking woman wearing black pants and a long sleeve white blouse stared down at her hopefully.

"Oh, sure, feel free." Rose said quickly and the woman sat down gratefully. Rose studied her. She had long brown hair, brown eyes, flawless skin, and lips that most men fantasized about and women would kill for. She reminded Rose of a certain American film actress.

"I guess a lot of people have told you that-"

"I look like Angelina Jolie?" Sway replied in a good-natured voice. Rose blushed, and started to apologize but Sway waved it off. "Don't worry, I get that comment all the time. I may look like her but I don't have the money or Brad." They grinned at each other.

" Rose Tyler."

"Sara Raines. You're a long way from home, aren't you?" Sway asked taking a sip of her water, studying Rose carefully.

"I'm from London. I've always wanted to see San Francisco, so we decide to stop here for a few days before moving on," Rose said vaguely. "And ou?"

"I'm from Long Beach, near Los Angeles," Sway replied, leaning back in her chair, trying to make small talk."You here with your boyfriend?"

"I'm here with friends," Rose said in a wistful voice, thinking about the Doctor. Sometimes the way the Doctor looked at her made her heart pound in her chest and those chaste kissed that made her body tingle in anticipation, but nothing ever happened to her much to her dismay. "You?"

"I'm here with my husband and his friends. He owns a garage in Long Beach, and I decided to come down for the weekend," Sway said with a fake sigh, "what a mistake that was."

"Poor you," Rose said feelingly, opening a bag of chocolate M&M's and offering the bag to Sway, who took a few with a grateful smile.

"I like cars but to hear Memphis and his friends talk about cars all weekend long is too much," Sway explained, waving at the hall. "I mean, who cares if the 1967 Thunderbird runs better with a V8 or a V12 engine."

"Which one does it run better with?" Rose asked in a curious voice. She popped a few more M&M's into her mouth and washed them down with some water.

"Both, but the V12 will give it more power," Sway answered automatically. Catching Rose's surprised look, Sway grinned at her. "You hang around the grease monkeys long enough, you pick up a lot of useless knowledge."

Neither woman knew that they were being watched.