It was gone. It was just…gone. Rose stood in the middle of the chaos that, an hour ago, had been her neat and tidy room. Her mobile. The last link she had to everyone she cared about, all the people she could never see again, was gone. It didn't work outside her old universe, well, the one that had become hers after the Time Lord Doctor left her there, but there were pictures, things that couldn't be replaced and now she'd somehow lost them, all of them.

She sat on her bed, resigned. How could she have been so careless? A tear slid down her cheek, but she took a breath before she lost it. Getting upset wasn't going to help. She needed to figure out where she last had the phone. Maybe it was still there. Maybe she could find it.

She ran through her morning. She woke, made coffee and a quick breakfast, dressed, tried to get the TARDIS to leave, got another shock, yelled at the TARDIS for being stubborn, got another shock, made a cuppa, and then retrieved her coat from the jump seat, where she left it last night, and reached for her mobile. That's when she found out it was gone.

She thought maybe she took it out of her pocket and forgot, but it wasn't anywhere, which meant…the alley. She must have lost it in the alley last night when that bloke grabbed her. The police might have found it, but there was a chance…a very slim chance, that it was still there. She'd take that chance.

She glanced around the room as she stood up. Her room could wait. She hurried out the door, down the corridor, and into the control room. Then she shrugged into her jacket and slipped out the door.

It was early afternoon. She must have slept longer than she thought. Well, she had died and come back recently. She felt fine now, stronger, stronger even than before. Her legs easily retraced her steps from the night before and it wasn't long before she neared the alley next to the club.

She slowed down, cautious, just in case. The police would have arrested the attacker. Not that she would've worried about him anyway. He was only human after all. It was the police she worried about. If John and that other bloke told them she witnessed the crime, not only that, that she'd almost been a victim herself they might hope she returned so they could get a statement, but she wasn't planning on sticking around long enough for a trail. And then there was that whole business with Rose Tyler not existing in this universe. That was a bag of trouble she didn't want to open.

She stepped into the alley, moving slowly, gazing around the ground as she moved. She couldn't see it. At least, not out in the open. There was a skip to the side. She couldn't remember going near it last night, but maybe her phone slid or someone kicked it. She looked around the skip. Nothing. She bent down and peered under it. It was too dark to see near the wall. She reached into her pocket, but before she could pull out her sonic, the one the Doctor gave her, someone spoke.

"Looking for something?" a man asked.

She recognized his voice from last night. The tall bloke. The one whose name she didn't catch. He'd been waiting for her. Why was he waiting for her? Was he with the police? No, that didn't seem right.

She was stuck though. There was only one way out and he was standing in the way. She stood up and turned around, giving him her best smile, the one that usually got her out of tight spots.

"I lost something. Thought I'd come back and have a look. See if I dropped it last night," she said.

"What did you lose?" he asked, but she could tell he knew exactly what she lost.

He had that I know something you don't know look. Same one the Doctor got. She dropped all pretences and eyed him.

"You know what I lost."

"Do I?" he asked, stepping closer.

She stood her ground, resting her hands on her hips.

"Yes, you do."

He pulled her mobile out of his pocket. She put her hand out, but he made no move to hand it over. Instead he gazed at her.

"What's Torchwood?" he asked.

She stared at him.

"Sorry?" she asked, taken back.

"Torchwood," he repeated. "What is it?"

There's only one reason he'd ask that.

"Have you been in my phone?" she snapped.

"You ran off before the police could take down your statement," he replied, as if that was an excuse, which it wasn't.

"You don't work for the police."

He raised his brow.

"You're right, of course, but I do help them on occasion."

"That doesn't give you the right to go through my things."

Who the hell did he think he was?

"What's Torchwood?" he repeated.

One track mind, that one. She sighed. The only way she getting her phone back was to answer his questions. She could always take it, but he wasn't like the attacker and she didn't want to hurt him.

"It's a company I used to work for."

"Government?"

She smiled at that.

"Not really."

"What do you mean, not really?" he asked.

"It's sort of…outside the government," she replied.

He nodded as if she'd confirmed something he suspected.

"Like Baskerville."

The name sounded vaguely familiar.

"What's Baskerville?"

"And Unit?" he asked, seeming to ignore her question.

"They're more official."

"Military?"

She couldn't help smiling. He was good.

"Basically, yeah."

He stared at her for a moment and she hoped he was done with his questions because she wanted to get out of there before anyone else showed up, but she should've known better.

"Who is the Doctor?" he asked.

Her eyes widened. The Doctor? How did he…and then she remembered. His number, both their numbers were saved in her phone.

"He's a…friend."

"A friend?" he asked and she could hear a bit of disbelief in his voice.

"An old friend."

"Both of them?"

Hang on. How did he know there were two?

"What do mean, both of them?"

"It's obvious there are two."

"Obvious?" she asked, raising her brow.

"You've saved the name twice. Two different versions of the same name with different numbers. If it were two numbers for the same person you wouldn't have created two different contacts."

He was good.

"I could've forgotten I saved his number."

"Two different numbers."

"Maybe he got a new number-"

"You would have deleted the old number and added the new one. You're not an idiot Ms…."

"Tyler," she replied and then realize her slip a moment later.

He smiled.

"Two different numbers. Two different Doctors."

He was clever, more than clever. She had to end this before he pried anymore information out of her. She stepped toward him and reached her hand out, but he pulled her phone away.

"I'd like my phone back, if you don't mind," she insisted.

"Just one more question," he said.

She caught his gaze.

"Fine."

"Who are you?"

"I already gave you my name."

"Ms. Tyler. Yes. But who are you?"

She didn't understand what he was asking.

"What do you mean, who am I?" she inquired.

"There are pictures on your phone. Pictures that were taken in places I've been, but they're not the same rooms. They are, but they're not." Her eyes widened. She knew what he meant. Rooms, parallel rooms, but he couldn't know, could he? "They're just a bit…off. Just a bit different. Little things most people wouldn't notice."

"But you noticed them," she said, before she could stop herself.

"To me, it was obvious. So, I'll ask you again, Ms. Tyler. Who are you?"

"I'm just a traveler," she replied, choosing to be honest, well, a bit honest.

"A traveler?"

"Yep."

"From where?"

She reached over and snatched her phone out of his hand.

"You said one more question. You asked. I answered." She eyed him. "I'm leaving now and don't even think about following me."

"I wouldn't dream of it," he replied, but she could tell he was going to do just that.

She turned and walked out of the alley. She didn't like the idea of him following her back to the TARDIS, but it wasn't like he could get inside and she was sure the TARDIS would move if they were in danger of being found out, at least, she was pretty sure. This one seemed to be more stubborn than the Time Lord's.

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