Jack sat in the control room, feet resting on the console. On one of the monitors he had one of his favorite movies running. He reached into the bag of popcorn he was holding and grabbed the last large handful, shoving it all into his mouth as the end credits started to roll.
The Tardis was quiet for the first time since he had set foot in it. He glanced down at his watch. He still had forty minutes until everyone else showed back up. Forty minutes to explore.
He stood up and crunched the empty paper bag into a ball. First stop would be the kitchen to get another soda. He walked down the hallway towards where he knew it was.
He reached the room in seconds tossing the squished popcorn bag into the trash and grabbing one of Rose's sacred cokes from the fridge, ignoring the TOUCH AND YOU DIE sign she had scribbled on top of the box with a purple metallic marker.
He took the soda and walked back into the hallway, turning left instead of right. He poked his head into every door he came to. Most were empty rooms; the first room he found that wasn't empty was Rivers.
No, he wouldn't look in her room; he wasn't that bored, or intrusive. He continued to walk down the same hallway, finding Amy and Rory's room and then Rose and John's. He looked at each room briefly and then kept on walking down the hallway.
He found the library next. It was impressive, but he had seen larger. Instead of walking back into the hallway he walked through the room over to a door on the opposite side room.
He pushed it open to reveal something that looked like John's private collection of trainers. He had to have at least a hundred pairs in here. He left the large closet and walked back into the library.
He walked over to the shelves running his fingers over the spines of the books as he walked back to the main doors.
He was about to leave when he noticed a book left out on a table in the center of the room. He walked over to it realizing that it was a photo album.
He smiled as he looked at the pictures of their wedding. Rose and John were happy, no doubt about it. He flipped through it, his smile fading as he found pictures of Rose with her family.
He was going to miss Jackie Tyler and he knew that Rose was going to miss Pete and Tony as well. He closed the book and walked out of the library.
He started to walk back to main room, exploring the pool and wardrobe on his way there. He glanced down at his watch when he found the console room again. He still had twenty minutes to kill. He wondered if he and John were the same shoe size as he turned back towards the library.
Amy and Rory were the first back. They walked into the Tardis and straight to their rooms so they could put down the bags they were carrying.
As soon as he dropped his bags Rory fell onto the bed, face first. Amy collapsed next to him, her head resting on his back as her feet hung off the edge.
"I will never shop again in my life." Rory mumbled into the pillow as he moved his face to the side so he could breathe.
"My feet hurt so badly. I don't ever want to see another shop in my life." Amy said sitting up and untying her boots and throwing them across the room.
"Liar," Rory rolled over and looked over to his wife. "Tomorrow you'll regain your passion for spending several hours looking at things you'll most likely never buy."
"Okay, you may be right, but I don't want to look at another shop for the rest of the day."
"Deal," she laid down back on the bed her feet happy to not be wedged into her shoes. Rory looked at his watch, "we have ten minutes until everyone gets back."
"Oh do you know what we could do?" She asked rolling over.
"What?"
"We could take a nap!"
"I couldn't agree with you more Amy," they both fell asleep immediately, Rory still wearing his shoes and Amy's purse still strapped across her.
"So when we get home can we repaint the kitchen?" Martha asked as they walked into the Tardis.
"Repaint it? We just repainted it; you want to do it again?"
"I don't know, I was just thinking about how much I really like the color of the Tardis."
"You want our kitchen to be dark blue? That's the color you painted the front door." They walked straight to the kitchen. Martha started to make a cup of tea as Mickey started to go through the fridge.
"Well maybe not the whole kitchen, maybe just one wall and the other three a lighter blue. What do you think?"
"I like the yellow." He said grabbing one of Roses cokes, barely glancing at her threatening note.
"No, you don't you complained about it the entire time you were painting the kitchen."
"That's because the kitchen color was fine before."
"It'll only take you one Saturday."
"You said that the last two times you decided to have me repaint the kitchen, that's two wasted Saturday's I'll never get back."
"Good, then I was right, only one Saturday to paint it."