Me: Hey, guys! I'm sorry that I haven't updated in a while, but after my grandma, I got sick and had to try to keep my grandpa from being depressed. I also wasn't sure what to write. I then went to a camp, so no electronics. I got sick from that camp, but I finally finished this chapter. Basically, Life Happened.

Rose: No more... No more... No more...

The Doctor: It's fine, but just read and review.

Rose and Me: I wanted to say that.

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"How 'bout to Cardiff?"

"Nothing ever happens in Cardiff. I–we need to go somewhere that something will happen that's actually excitin' but where would we have a chance."

"I still think Cardiff can be excitin'," I tell him before muttering, "especially if there are the 'angels' again."

"What was that?" he asked with narrowed eyes like he was evaluating me to try and find out what I muttered.

"I said, 'I still think Cardiff can be excitin'.' and then that it might be worth a chance." I tell him with a straight face except for the raised eyebrow that I gave him.

I gave him a smile before we both fell down with me landing on top of him because of the jerk that the TARDIS gave. He jumped up before doing his little dance around the TARDIS' console as he pushes many buttons.

"Hold that one down!" the Doctor yelled as he tried to regain control over the flight.

"I'm holding this one down!" I yell over the alarms that I don't remember from last time.

"Well, hold them both down!" he yells back.

"It's not going to work." I try to tell him as I attempt to stretch across the console before apologizing to the TARDIS and kicking my foot up onto the console and barely making it.

"Oi! I promised you a time machine and that's what you're getting. Now, you've seen the future, let's have a look at the past. 1860. How does 1860 sound?"

"What happened in 1860?" I asked knowing his famous answer already.

"I don't know, let's find out. Hold on, here we go!" he yells with a maniac grin on his face.

We fell down onto the floor as the TARDIS materializes in Cardiff or what he thinks is Naples. We both burst out laughing before I exclaimed, "Blimey!"

"You're telling me. Are you all right?"

"Yeah. I think so. Nothing broken. Did we make it? Where are we?"

The Doctor stood up, looked at the screen, and said, "I did it. Give the man a medal. Earth, Naples, December 24th, 1860."

I stood up and smiled at him, "That's so weird. It's Christmas."

"All yours." The Doctor told me with a goofy grin that made my heart melt.

"But, it's like, think about it, though. Christmas. 1860. Happens once, just once and it's gone, it's finished, it'll never happen again. Except for you. You can go back and see days that are dead and gone a hundred thousand sunsets ago. No wonder you never stay still."

"Not a bad life."

"But it's better with two. I'm guessing that I need to change, so where is there clothes for me to change into. I don't wanna start a riot."

"There's a wardrobe through there. First left, second right, third on the left, go straight ahead, under the stairs, past the bins, fifth door on your left. Hurry up!"

I run to the wardrobe and change into the dress that the TARDIS put out for me as she hummed happily in my head. The Doctor is working under the console when I return.

"Blimey!"

"Don't laugh." I tell him as I laugh at his reaction.

"You look beautiful."

"Considering I'm human." I tease him.

"Nope in general."

"I see you've changed my jumper, so come on. You stay there. You've done this before. This is mine."

I open the door and step into the snow with a gasp before feeling the Doctor trap me against his chest and saying, "Ready for this? Here we go. History."

Third POV

Charles Dickens walks out onto the stage where the audience applauds, including the one dead woman. While this happens, the Doctor and Rose walk down the street while a choir sing "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen".

"She's in there, sir, I'm certain of it." A young servant lady says to her master.

"Right."

Not too far away from the servant and master are the Doctor and Rose. After the Doctor buys a buys a newspaper, he says, "I got the flight a bit wrong."

"I don't care." Rose replied.

"It's not 1860, it's 1869."

"I really don't care."

"And it's not Naples."

"Seriously, I don't care."

"It's Cardiff."

"I told you that something would happen in Cardiff. I can tell the future." Rose replied with a cheeky smile.

"Really?!"

"No, silly Time Lord. I just had a feeling, but I don't think my feeling was fully about this time. I don't know yet 'cause I'm just plain old Rose Tyler."

"You're not JUST Rose Tyler. You're My SPECIAL Pink and Yellow Human."

"That almost sounded sentimental. Are you goin' sof–" Rose starts to ask only to be cut off by a scream.

"That's more like it!" The Doctor told her with the enthusiasm of a kid in a candy shop.

At the theatre where Rose and The Doctor were headed, Charles Dickens was trying to calm everyone by saying, "Stay in your seats, I beg you. It is a lantern show. It's trickery."

"Excuse me." The master from earlier said.

"There she is, sir!" the master's servant told her master.

"I can see that. The whole blooming world can see that!"
The police arrived as the Doctor exclaimed, "Fantastic."
Rose pov

"Oi! Leave her alone! Doctor, I'll get them." I yelled out when I saw the Sneed and Gwyneth take the body, hoping it wouldn't end the same.

"What're you doing?" I asked Gwyneth.

"Oh, it's a tragedy, miss. Don't worry yourself. Me and the master will deal with it. The fact is, this poor lady's been taken with the brain fever and we have to get her to the infirmary." She responds exactly the same as last time.

"She's cold. She's dead!" I yell before Sneed puts a pad of cloth over my mouth and I collapse.

An Amount of Time Passes

When I wake up, I see the same guy as last time and think 'Oh…wonderful'. I then yell for the Doctor, hoping that he comes sooner than last time.

Right when I'm grabbed, The Doctor pulls me into his chest and says, "I think this is MY dance."

Charlie begins to go on about how it has to be a prank, so The Doctor says, "No. It is not a prank. The dead are walking." He looks down at me and whispers, "Hi."

I whisper back, "Hi." Before asking, "Who's your friend?"

The Doctor answers, "Charles Dickens."

"Okay. Hullo, Charlie." I chirp, getting a slight smile from him.

I zone out because the whole speech is the same before yelling at Sneed in the living room, "First of all you drug me, then you kidnap me, and don't think I didn't feel your hands having a quick wander, you dirty old man!"

"I won't be spoken to like this!" Sneed responds.

"Then you stuck me in a room full of zombies! And if that ain't enough, you swan off and leave me to die! So come on, talk!" I yell again before looking at the Doctor, whose expression turned from amused to angry in a matter of a few seconds.

"It's not my fault. It's this house. It always had a reputation. Haunted. But I never had much bother until a few months back, and then the stiffs, the er, dear departed started getting restless."

The Doctor looks at him and begins to walk away but not before calling, "Get someone else to help you. You hurt my Rose."

"Doctor, they need help…whether we want to or not. You are their only hope. Please, for me." I begged before realizing that I couldn't save Gwyneth.

"It's getting stronger, the rift's getting wider and something's sneaking through." The Doctor said.

"What's the rift?" Sneed asked before I could.

"A weak point in time and space. A connection between this place and another. That's the cause of ghost stories, most of the time."

"That's how I got the house so cheap. Stories going back generations."

As Gwyneth lights the gas lamp, I begin to try to help.

"Please, miss, you shouldn't be helping. It's not right." Gwyneth protests.

"Don't be daft. Sneed works you to death. How much do you get paid?"

"Eight pound a year, miss."

"That much?"

"I know. I would've been happy with six."

"So, how was school, assuming you went?

"What do you take me for? We did sums and everything. To be honest, I hated every second."

"Me too."

"Don't tell anyone, but one week, I didn't go and ran on the heath all on my own."

"I did plenty of that. I used to go down the shops with my mate Shareen. We used to go and look at boys." I said, teasing her.

"Well, I don't know much about that, miss."

"Come on, times haven't changed that much. I bet you've done the same."

"I don't think so, miss."

"Gwyneth, you can tell me. I bet you've got your eye on someone."

"I suppose. There is one lad. The butcher's boy. He comes by every Tuesday. Such a lovely smile on him."

"I like a nice smile. Good smile, nice bum. Ask him out. Give him a cup of tea or something, that's a start."

"I swear it is the strangest thing, miss. You've got all the clothes and the breeding, but you talk like some sort of wild thing."

"Would you say I have a bit of wolf in me? Anyways, You need a bit more in your life than Mister Sneed."

"Oh, now that's not fair. He's not so bad, old Sneed. He was very kind to me to take me in because I lost my mum and dad to the flu when I was twelve."

"I know, and I'm sorry but still."

"Thank you, miss. But I'll be with them again, one day, sitting with them in paradise. I shall be so blessed. They're waiting for me. Maybe your dad's up there waiting for you too, miss."

"I know you will…just sooner than you think."

"You've come such a long way."

"What makes you think so?"

"You're from London. I've seen London in drawings, but never like that. All those people rushing about half naked, for shame. And the noise, and the metal boxes racing past, and the birds in the sky, no, they're metal as well. Metal birds with people in them. People are flying. And you, you've flown so far. Further than anyone. The things you've seen. The darkness, the big bad wolf. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, miss."

"You see the wolf in me?"

"I can't help it. Ever since I was a little girl, my mam said I had the sight. She told me to hide it."

"But it's getting stronger, more powerful, is that right?" The Doctor asked, after giving me a look saying that we will talk later.

Everything was the same until we got trapped behind the big, metal gates.

"Give yourself to glory. Sacrifice your lives for the Gelth." The Gelth say in unison.

"I trusted you. I pitied you!" The Doctor yells, showing his frustration.

"We don't want your pity. We want this world and all it's flesh."

"Not while I'm alive."

"Then live no more."

The Doctor turns to me and says, "I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault. I wanted to come." I told him softly before asking. "We'll go down fighting, yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Together?"

"Yeah."

I take his hand before he says, "I'm so glad I met you."

"Me too." I respond before taking the lapels of his jacket and snogging him.

Charlie runs in right when I move back and take hold of his hand again.

"Doctor! Doctor! Turn off the flame, turn up the gas! Now, fill the room, all of it, now!" He yells hysterically.

"What're you doing?" The Doctor asks.

"Turn it all on. Flood the place!"

"Brilliant. Gas."

"Am I correct, Doctor? These creatures are gaseous."

"Fill the room with gas, it'll draw them out of the host. Suck them into the air like poison from a wound!"

"I hope, oh Lord, I hope that this theory will be validated soon, if not immediately."

"Plenty more!"

The Doctor rips a pipe out, and I can't breathe. I lean against the Doctor as my eyes begin to droop. The Doctor notices and yells for Charlie to bring me outside. When I wake up, I see the Doctor running out and barely missing the explosion, which causes him to go flying across the street.

"She didn't make it." I stated with an air of sadness.

"I'm sorry. She closed the rift." The Doctor told me as he pulled me against his chest.

"At such a cost. The poor child." Charlie says with grief in his voice.

"I did try, Rose, but Gwyneth was already dead. She had been for at least five minutes." The Doctor reported.

"She saved the world. A servant girl. No one will ever know." I whispered before saying, "At least, we know."

"Right then, Charlie boy, I've just got to go into my, er, shed. Won't be long." The Doctor says, taking my hand in his.

"What are you going to do now?" I asked with a small grin.

"I shall take the mail coach back to London, quite literally post-haste. This is no time for me to be on my own. I shall spend Christmas with my family and make amends to them. After all I've learned tonight, there can be nothing more vital." Charlie announced like he was the happiest man in the world.

"You've cheered up." The Doctor and I said at the same exact time.

"Exceedingly! This morning, I thought I knew everything in the world. Now I know I've just started. All these huge and wonderful notions, Doctor. I'm inspired. I must write about them. I shall be subtle at first. The Mystery of Edwin Drood still lacks an ending. Perhaps the killer was not the boy's uncle. Perhaps he was not of this Earth. The Mystery of Edwin Drood and the Blue Elementals. I can spread the word, tell the truth."

"Good luck with it. Nice to meet you. Fantastic." The Doctor grinned like the maniac he was.

"Bye, then, and thanks." I told him, kissing his cheek before moving closer to the Doctor.

"Oh, my dear. How modern. Thank you, but, I don't understand. In what way is this goodbye? Where are you going?" Charlie asked, confused.

"You'll see. In the shed." The Doctor replied as he dragged me towards the TARDIS.

"Upon my soul, Doctor, it's one riddle after another with you. But after all these revelations, there's one mystery you still haven't explained. Answer me this. Who are you?"

"Just a friend passing through."

"But you have such knowledge of future times. I don't wish to impose on you, but I must ask you. My books. Doctor, do they last?"

"Oh, yes!"

"For how long?"

"Forever. Right. Shed. Come on, Rose."

"In the box? Both of you?"

"Down boy. See you."

When they make it to the inside of the TARDIS, I ask, "He doesn't get to finish that book, does he?"

"No, he will die before. Let's give him one last surprise." The Doctor says before making the TARDIS dematerialize.

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