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Chapter Nine: Separation and Heartbreak.

"Quick, there's the bus!" I pointed and broke into a run, pulling the Doctor along with me. Within a minute we reached the bus just before it left. I flashed the conductor my pass and walked off to the back of the bus where I spotted two empty seats. I watched as the Doctor pulled out his psychic paper. His face creased up, confused and staring down at the psychic paper. The conductor waved an arm, signalling for the Doctor to get off the bus so he could start the journey. He flashed me a look as he stepped of the bus. I got up to follow him off the bus, but two young males who were also sat at the back grabbed my arms and yanked me back down into my seat. I tried to scream but one of them put their hand over my mouth. 'What's going on? Where's the Doctor going? Why isn't anyone helping me?! WHAT'S GOING ON?!' I thought furiously as the men struggled to keep me quiet. Someone thankfully heard what was going on and alerted the conductor. He stopped the bus – he wasn't going to have any harassment on this trip. The men noticed the bus stop and dragged me along the aisle, still covering my mouth so I couldn't scream or get anyone to help me. The passengers watched in fear, scared to help for fear they'd get caught up in the assault too. 'Brilliant. Absolutely fan-bloody-tastic. I wish the Doctor was here…' a tear rolled down my cheek as the men pushed past the bus driver, knocking him to the side as he hit his head on the wall. The doors were opened by pushing a button inside the cabin where the driver sits and the men pulled me out. I noticed we were near a bridge, but I couldn't think whereabouts. I saw some steps leading down under the bridge, to banking at the side. It looked like an old road, rarely used.

-----Doctor's POV-----

Helplessly, I ran after the bus. I lost it as it rounded a corner. It was ridiculous; being refused a ride on a bus because my 'pass' had a slight rip over the picture…

"Rooosee!" I whined and put my head in my hands. 'I always lose her. She deserves so much better than me…' I thought, frantically pushing the feeling of heartbreak out of my mind and looking round for something that could help me find her. Aha! The train station! It runs practically on the same route as the bus. Or it did last time I was in London. I ran down many alleyways, streets, over roads paying no attention to the bustling crowds or the traffic. My mind focussed only on reaching the train station. When I did, I hopped on the train, making sure the rip was casually hidden by the thumb of my hand holding it up. I dashed to find a window seat close to a door so I could keep my eye out for Rose. 'I'm coming, Rose… I'm coming to save you…'

-----Rose's POV-----

I could feel the bruises forming on my arms already. I could also feel the bruising of my heart as numerous thoughts ran through my head about never seeing the Doctor… never seeing the one I loved so much again… The men had stopped trying to silence me once I bit their hands. I couldn't help it, I was being suffocated. I felt my heart rate quicken as I heard something in the distance, coming ever closer… closer… until it was right over our heads. Sounded like a train. I prayed the brakes screeching were to do with the Doctor…