AN: I love you my reviewers :D I also love the fact that I can imagine all these little bits and just string them together and write them as they come. Hugely therapeutic to do in the between moments of my utterly insane life.
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They are despatched to Ukraine. There is a 'situation brewing' on the Mokra Sura river, south west of Dnepropetrovsk. They are dropped off in Cairo to disappear under cover and make their own way to Ukraine.
Rose grabs Phil's hand and tugs him toward a row of yellow taxis. "Come on, hon!" she says. They'd gone through numerous scenarios. They ended up settling on the 'golden oldie' of newlyweds. Rose wears Egypt Appropriate Attire of a flowing, knee-length skirt, modest boho blouse, and comfortable loafers. Her hair is a riot of curls.
Phil trails after her. She laughs and her eyes crinkle. "I've been here a few times before, Sawesit has this lovely little bed and breakfast somewhere around here. He won't know me, timelines and all, but if Sawesit exists, he will have his beautiful little place."
They pile into the car, their luggage ensconced in the trunk. Rose smiles brightly at the driver and strikes up a conversation with him. In fluent Arabic. Because of course she speaks Arabic.
The driver is understandably surprised, but before long they are trading smiles and deep belly laughs and Phil wonders how he ever thought he could contain all that is Rose Tyler on a sheaf of paper tucked between two pieces of cardboard.
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