I am not dead! I just have had mono. For two and a half months. Which is why I sort of abandoned y'all. I'M SORRY! Here, have a mini-ficlet to make up for it!
"So on Barcelona," the Doctor explained, "the dogs have no noses."
"No noses," Rose repeated in disbelief.
"That's right. They have dogs with no noses. Also very good breakfast pastries."
"Well what are we waiting for then," Rose said, and slung on the long bright blue raincoat the grateful locals had given her on Agora. She raced out the door into bright sunlight slanting down through extremely tall and cobbled-together looking buildings linked by bridges. Sticking her head back through the door, she called, "Well come on then!"
"Don't be so impatient," the Doctor admonished, but she smiled.
It was too good to last, really.
Should have known that.
And a sneak preview of the next chapter:
"Rose, get out of the way," says a voice as cold as space. She turns, and sees the Doctor pointing a gun at her in a very determined manner. Her eyes are hard as diamond, with absolutely no expression in them.
"But it's changed!" Rose cries. "Look at it! All it wants is sunlight! And what about you, Doctor? What're you changing into?"
"Get out of the way."
And suddenly she is sure, absolutely and completely sure that this is wrong. She moves protectively in front of the Dalek. "No," she says, with as much resolve as she can muster.
