The black leather jacket was familiar - the man wearing it was not.
Rose panicked as the skinny, wild haired man insisted that he was the
Doctor. She could barely get her mind around it - sure, she'd seen so
many things she never would have believed had she not seen for herself,
but this was asking too much. He had to be a Slitheen, she told herself
- told him too, though he denied it. Finally, he showed her - he
remembered things that only the Doctor would remember. Rose had to
believe - but she still missed the man he used to be.
