A large bright red sign on a tall building was brought to their view that read Marriot. The car stopped outside the hotel's driveway, a curved u-shape that had bellhops and guests rushing about carrying luggage and pushing trolley carts. The chauffeur stepped out of the car and opened the door for them.

"Have a nice evening, sir, marm." He said respectfully.

"Thanks you too." Rose told him as she stepped out of the vehicle. The Doctor nodded and smiled at him as he followed her towards the entrance.

They went inside the lobby. It had a glossy tiled floor, to the side was a long dark mahogany desk that had receptionists either on the computer or on the phone, and there were some chairs and coffee tables across from it.

The Doctor realized that they didn't know which room they were staying at, much less have their room keys. Rose told him that she had hers, but he probably left his key in his trailer along with his phone. After he went to the reception booth to get his key, they looked for their room that was labeled on it. Fortunately, they found out they were staying on the same floor three rooms away from each other. Rose didn't feel like leaving the Doctor yet and the Doctor didn't like the idea of Rose straying away from him so they went into his room to talk before retiring for the night.

The Doctor's room had a broad queen bed in the middle of the room with white and red covers. The curtains matched the room's theme of red, green, and yellow; they were striped with those colors. There was a small red couch that was placed next to the bed beside a nightstand. A desk stood beside an extensive flat-screen television on top of a wide wooden drawer. Everything looked clean and the room smelled like freshly washed laundry.

Right after they entered the room, the Doctor hastily went towards the suitcase he saw that sat next to the drawer. He inspected his fake self's belongings. Fake self I like that name, fake self. He thought. To his dismay, the only outfits that were packed were all casual: jeans and t-shirts. He groaned.

"What's wrong?" Rose asked. She was taking of her jacket and placing it on the couch.

"All these clothes are too informal!" He whined. Rose sighed in exasperation.

"Ha!" The Doctor yelled excitedly, startling his companion and making her jump.

"What is it this time?"

"Found a bottle of gel!" he said while holding up the bottle like a prized trophy.

This time Rose tried to ignore the Doctor as he swiftly went into the bathroom to fix his hair. She sat on the couch waiting for him. He came out with his locks sticking up in the front like it normally did. He looked pleased with himself.

"Happy now?" Rose teased him. She smiled at his narcissistic behavior. Just the Doctor being the Doctor.

She noticed a small rectangular object hanging out of the Doctor's pocket in his hoodie.

"Erm, Doctor?"

"Yes?"

"What's that in your pocket?" She pointed at the object.

"Oh this, it's your iPad. I took it from your trailer before we left. Thought we might need it." He looked warily at the device in his hand. The information that he found in it still agitated him.

"I was wondering…" she said cautiously.

"About?"

"Could we look up who we are here?" Before the Doctor could interrupt her, she quickly went on. "I mean I think we should know our basic background about ourselves. Running around clueless is bound to make people think we're nutters, yeah?"

"I don't know Rose…one small thing we find out about our future could end up unraveling our timelines."

"Oh c'mon. We'll just be careful not to look at the Doctor Who stuff. I only want to see who we are."

"Alright," he relented. "We'll research who we are, but that's all." He gave her a warning look.

The Doctor sat next to her and was about to switch on the tablet when his stomach made an alarming sound. It was like a cross between a lion's roar and a growling bear. Rose looked at him with a smirk.

"Are you hungry Doctor?" She gave him her famous tongue peeking grin.

"Ugh, this human body has an appetite. You know, I could go on days without eating and I would be just fine." He complained. No wonder he's so skinny. Rose thought to herself.

Suddenly, Rose's stomach made a similar, if not louder, sound. She blushed in embarrassment.

"Sounds like somebody's hungry as well." It was his turn to tease her.

"Shut up." She playfully pushed him. She stood up to pick up the phone on the nightstand and a small book that was next to it. She read the numbers before dialing.

"What are you doing?" the Doctor asked.

"Ordering room service. We're both starving and there's no use researching on empty stomachs." She looked at the book as she waited for the receptionist on the other line. "Ooo looks like they serve chips, you want chips?"

"I could go for some chips."

She started talking on the phone and ordered their meal for the night.

"Oh, and don't forget to add a banana!" the Doctor reminded her.

"And could we add a banana into that order." She said as she rolled her eyes. "Yes, that's all. Thank you."

They waited for a few minutes before they heard a knock on the door. A lady pushed in a cart with a platter of food, drinks, and a banana beside it. She glanced up at them in recognition then she quickly looked away, turned around, and closed the door behind her.

The pair sat back on the couch placing the food on the coffee table in front of them. The Doctor turned on the iPad as he grabbed the banana and peeled its skin. Rose munched on a handful of chips squished in her hand.

"I hope you don't mind, but I used your room number to pay for it so it'll go on your card." Rose told him.

"Nah, not really mine anyway, more of my fake self's. Besides, I owe you one from our last date with chips."

The Doctor pulled up a search engine on the tablet and typed in Billie Piper.

"Hm," he murmured.

"What?" She asked him looking at what he was reading.

"Says here you were named 'Pop Princess' of England in the late 90's."

"Nom kiddinf?" She spoke with her mouth was full of chips.

"Yeah, you apparently made 4 singles that made top three on the charts when you were sixteen."

Rose started to get impressed by her fake self. The only singing she ever did was in the shower and if you count the few times with Jimmy Stone, but she didn't want to think about that. The months she spent with Jimmy were things she did not like to dwell on.

"However, your music career faded and you started acting in a whole lot of shows before starring in Doctor Who in 2005."

The Doctor continued reading, but abruptly stopped and looked up at Rose with raised eyebrows. He looked surprised.

"What's that look for?" She questioned him.

He pursed his lips as he tried not to laugh. "You are also famous for starring in a show called Secret Diary of a Call Girl."

Rose's cheeks instantly flushed a deep shade of red.

"Give me that." She viciously tore the iPad from the Doctor's hands, almost knocking the banana out of them. He spluttered a laugh which gave him an angry glare from Rose.

Unfortunately for her, her fingers accidentally pressed on a few photos of Billie Piper which were quite revealing. The Doctor's laughing halted and his eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his head. Rose's face looked like it was going to turn into a tomato.

"Here let me," the Doctor took the iPad from her hands before she could protest. He tried to look at the task at hand, instead of the exposed photos of fake Rose, as he went back to the previous window. After a couple seconds of awkward silence the Doctor broke the tension.

"Well," his voice was suddenly a high pitched squeak. "didn't know a photo could show that much skin." His attempt to lighten the mood only embarrassed Rose even more.

"So on to your personal life." The Doctor said as he changed the subject. "You were born as Lianne Piper, but your parents changed it to Billie Piper a few months after you were born."

"Billie? Why would they change it to Billie when Lianne's such a pretty name? Honestly, what's with the names around here? Billie's like a boy's name!" Rose pouted.

The Doctor ignored her, his attention more focused on the screen. He had a frown on his face as he read information in her life that created a warm bubbling feeling inside of him. A feeling that was not at all positive. His singular heart seemed to be constricted by an invisible force.

"What is it?" Rose asked him, noticing his brooding gaze on the iPad. Not another embarrassing detail. She thought bitterly.

"You're married." He said in a monotone voice.

"I'm what?!" She cried in astonishment.

"With two children." His face showed no emotion, but a storm was stirring inside of him.

"I'm a mum." She breathed out. She looked at the photos that showed her apparent family. She was with a tall, lanky man with short blonde hair. At least he's a handsome bloke. Not as good-looking as… She didn't let her thought continue. But at least he's attractive. In one of the pictures she was pushing a stroller with a small infant inside with a puff of matching blonde hair. Her husband, whose name was Laurence Fox, was holding hands with a toddler that had the brightest blue eyes.

"No."

"What?" Rose looked at him in surprise.

"No. You're not a mum, or a wife. This isn't us. You are not Billie Piper and neither am I David Tennant." His tone was frighteningly taut.

"But," She began to say.

"No!" He exclaimed, almost yelling at her. "We're in another universe. This. Isn't. Us."

Rose was startled by the Doctor's reaction. If she didn't know better, she would think he was upset at her. It was the same look he gave her when he told her that she could spend the rest of her life with him, but he couldn't spend the rest of his life with her. Yet, how could that be? She didn't think she did or said anything to agitate him, so why was he acting bothered?

"Okay, okay." She told him, trying to extinguish the fire that lit in his eyes. Rose has lived with the Doctor long enough to learn a few tricks to maneuver herself out of any tense situation. "So…what about your life. We need to know about both of our lives and we've only learned about mine, yeah?"

"Yeah, sure," he sighed. He didn't mean to shout at Rose. He wasn't mad at her; this situation they were in wasn't her fault. It's the life she had here. It reminded him of the life that she could have had without him. A normal human life where she could get married and raise a family of her own, not the one she had now, travelling with a silly old Time Lord. Her life was in danger every day when she's with him. One day she'll realize what she's missing and leave. He thought. They all do.

Rose took the iPad from his hands and typed in David Tennant in the search bar.

"Hey, look at that you've got your own website." She nudged her arm at the Doctor, who was still sulking next to her. She tapped on the link.

A close-up picture of the Doctor's face came on screen. He had a model-like pose, his hair was flat like it was before he fixed it, and he had stubble on his face. Rose has always seen the Doctor clean-shaven, it was strange to see a five o'clock shadow on his face.

"It's a fan site, not an official site." The Doctor said looking over her shoulder.

Rose went back to the other links to find more information.

"You're from West Lothain, Scotland."

"Always knew I was a Scotsman." He said with a small smile.

Good on you Rose, he's smiling. Rose thought to herself.

"Ooch aye your Scottish accent is very braw." Rose said, attempting once again to do a Scottish accent.

"No don't do that." His face scrunched in a sour look.

"Oots mon?" She said biting her lip to prevent her from laughing.

"Really don't." He looked as if he was trying not to laugh as well.

Rose looked back at the iPad screen. "It says you wanted to be the Doctor since you were three and that's what inspired you to take on acting."

He had a wide smile now. "Well who wouldn't want to be me? I'm brilliant! Even I wanted to be me."

She shook her head at his boastfulness. "Ooo Doctor," She waggled her eyebrows at him. "Looks like you played Casanova."

"Casanova? Met him once, lost a bet with him, now I owe him a chicken." He rambled.

"Oh!" Rose shook his arm grinning. "You'll like this one! You were in Harry Potter! Played Barty Crouch Jr."

"Really?!" His face lit up with excitement. "Love those books! Ms. J. K. Rowling always knows what to write to make me cry."

"I know." Rose giggled as she remembered that day. She walked into the TARDIS library to find him with a book in his hands and tears in his eyes. She was instantly distressed and asked him what was wrong. To her disbelief, the Doctor told her he was crying over the ending of a Harry Potter book. Some Oncoming Storm he was. She thought.

She kept on reading, her face still smiling; a remnant over the memory she thought of. It slowly drooped down to a crestfallen look when she read the next paragraph. The Doctor noticed her expression and looked at her with concern.

"What's wrong?" He asked her.

"You're-" She couldn't say it. She read it, yet saying it would only make the statement even truer.

"I'm what?" She looks heartbroken. What do I do? The Doctor thought to himself.

"You're-" She swallowed the heavy lump that sat in her throat.

"Rose, no matter what it is I can take it. Just tell me." He encouraged her; he held her hand and gave it a squeeze.

"You're married too." Her voice was a hoarse whisper. "With two kids and expecting another." She added.

Rose looked at the pictures that had the Doctor, his wife, and children together. He looked happy. He held a petite baby in his arms while his wife looked at him adoringly. His wife was gorgeous too. She had long natural blonde hair with delicate pixie like features. She looked like a porcelain doll.

In a more updated photo, the woman had a large balloon of a belly that stretched out in front of her while she walked with the Doctor. The stomach seemed to be taunting Rose, sending pangs of jealousy on the woman who carried the Doctor, her Doctor's child. She knew it wasn't him; however, she couldn't help but have those selfish emotions and feel betrayed by him. The man, this David Tennant, looked so much like him. It's not like he's yours in your own universe either. A small voice in Rose cruelly told her.

Meanwhile, the Doctor viewed the photos with her in anger. Again, this universe constantly loved to taunt him. It poked and prodded at the things he did not like to think about, the things that were tucked away deep inside his mind. A family was something he knew long ago he would never have. He lost all that in the war and he couldn't regain another, not ever. Not even with the one person he silently wished that he could.

"Oh and look at that." Rose said breaking the Doctor's train of thought. She gave a bitter laugh. "You even dated Madame de Pompadour before you got married."

The Doctor flinched at this information. The French courtesan was an ill topic in their relationship. They tried to avoid talking about the incident out of mutual agreement. He knew it still upset her though. He reasoned to himself that he never meant to hurt her, what he did was only to save the world. It was what they normally did.

Waiting five and a half hours in a partly made of human spaceship while your best friend is gallivanting around with another woman was bound to strike a chord with anyone. Yet, Rose held all her frustration, disappointment, and jealousy inside as she gave the Doctor a hug and a smile when he came back to her. It was through relief that he was alive and well that lifted her spirits. Seeing photos with him and the actress who played her, some lady named Sophia Myles, was just another painful reminder of the girl in the fireplace and what she had felt while alone with Mickey on the spaceship.

All these women, he had a wife here and had dated the mistress of the French king's look-a-like, but it couldn't be her could it? It could never be. Because he never saw her like that, she was his best friend, his companion. Maybe even just his assistant like Sarah Jane had said before.

She saw a photo of her and the Doctor at what seemed to be a red carpet event, she wore a chic dress while the Doctor wore a posh suit. They stood together with his arm around her. "David Tennant stands by his good friend, Billie Piper," it read. Good friend. Rose thought. Cause in whatever universe that's all I'll ever be to him…a good friend.

Funny—because that was exactly what the Doctor thought he would only be to Rose.

Their appetites for the night were cut short by their discoveries. Rose pushed away her chips and the Doctor threw away his half-eaten banana. The effervescent colors in the room felt out of place from the bleak atmosphere. Unintentionally, they simultaneously thought of the same thing.

They had to get out of this universe.