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.