The Doctors mind raced with a thousand thoughts.

"Bad Wolf."

The trail the universe had left, the link, joining The Doctor and Rose together.

And… she was returning.

"She is returning." The Doctor quoted, remembering what Lucius Petrus Dextrus, the sooth-sayer in Pompeii had once said.

He pulled his hands over his face, and rested his chin in his palm.

Rose stared at him quizzically, he looked off into the distance; just mumbling,

"Something an… old acquaintance told me… or rather.. Predicted."

"Right…" She trailed off, leaning back in her chair, focusing all her attention on him.

"So…Where'd you meet Donna. Or should I say when?"

"What?" he asked, momentarily distracted, "Oh, Christmas day. She was getting married."

"Oh, what you kidnapped her on her wedding day, then?" She asked, smirking, her tongue poking between her teeth.

He laughed, "You're not the first one to say that."

She giggled. "Right. Met anyone else, since..?"

"Oh, yeah. There was Martha, she was brilliant. And.. I ruined her life. She fancied me." He said sniffing, and then remembered how Donna reacted to his description of Martha. Jokingly, she'd mocked him, Rose didn't. She'd looked hurt, but hopeful.

"Were you," She hesitated, "together…?"

"Oh, no, no. Never. I mean, as I said, she was brilliant. But.. No. Well, doesn't matter. Gone now."

He'd looked away again, his hands on the mug of tea in front of him.

Unexpectantly, to him anyway, she put her hand over his, doing her best to reassure him that it was fine, because she was here, they were both here, and everything was going to be okay again.

And then they heard a scream. Several actually.

They came from the midst of Cardiff bay, right opposite the café.

The Doctor and Rose stared for a moment, then looked directly at each other, and ran, right towards the now quickly building crowd.