Rose managed to meditate for all of fifteen minutes that night, but her thoughts were running wild. She had taken to meditating when she realized she wasn't sleeping very often anymore. There hadn't been much else to do in Pete's world after her family and friends went to sleep, and in 1913 she couldn't even read on her phone. She supposed she could go get some more work done in the library, but she didn't want anyone wondering how she got so much work done when she was supposed to be sleeping.

So, she decided to take a walk back to the TARDIS to look for a dress appropriate for a small-town dance and maybe some shoes that she could move a little easier in. She had a feeling the Doctor's plan to hide from the "Family" would sour soon. They never could stay out of trouble, and the idea that he and Martha had lasted two months was already a miracle.

When she got to the TARDIS, she noticed that the video instructions the Doctor had left for Martha had changed to a different time.

"Martha? Are you here?" Rose called out. She went down the hall towards where the bedrooms and kitchen usually were. "Martha?" There was no answer. She must have left already.

She went back over to the wardrobe room and looked through clothing from the 1910s. She found a nicer dress that a librarian could potentially own and grabbed the shortest heels she could find with a simple buckle. If she couldn't run in these, she could kick them off and deal with soaking her feet when they got back to the TARDIS. Maybe I could get the Doctor to give me a foot massage, Rose laughed.

With her new dress and shoes in hand, Rose made her way back to the school before anyone could know she was gone. She got ready for her day and went down to the library when it was still rather early in the morning and worked slowly. About an hour later she could hear the school wake up and students and teachers getting ready for breakfast. She followed the other faculty to the mess hall to eat, and on the way, she felt John appear beside her.

"Good morning!" He greeted cheerfully.

Rose returned his smile, "Good morning."

"Did you sleep well?"

"Yes, what about you? Any more dreams of impossible things?" Without thinking Rose bumped her shoulder against his, and he bumped her back, just as she and the Doctor would. Rose missed the offended looks that their colleagues sent their way.

"Yes, and I brought you a little something." He pulled out a nice, leatherbound journal and handed it to her.

"Is this your dream journal?" She opened it up and flipped through it, marveling at the descriptions and drawings of the creature they had encountered. "These drawings are amazing. So many fascinating adventures." She noticed the stories from before she travelled with him and tried to decide if she should read them or ask the Doctor about them later. Then she flipped to a page where John had drawn her.

"Ah, she's an interesting character. Rose, I call her, Rose. She looks a lot like you, but she- she seems to disappear later on." Rose caught the sadness in his voice and wondered how long it had been for him since he last saw her. She turned the page, knowing she would be there to greet him when he turned back into the Doctor. "Ah, that's the blue box! It's always there. Like a, uh, a magic carpet. This fun little box that transports me to faraway places."

"Sounds like an amazing ship." Rose smiled tenderly. She could hear the TARDIS singing in her mind even from here and in her weakened state.

"Yeah, yeah she is," his voice trailed off as they reached the dining area.

"Can I hold onto this for a little while? I'd love to look through it some more, but I'd hate to spill anything on it."

"Yes, of course." He smiled down at her, with wrinkled eyes.

Breakfast was over far too soon, and Rose was headed back to the library when she spotted Martha.

"Martha, are you alright? You look worried." Rose said as she approached Martha.

"Oh, everything's fine Miss, I mean Marion." Martha didn't meet her eyes.

"Martha, look at me, please." She complied. "If you're scared of something, you can tell me. I promise I'll believe you, and I'll help you."

"It'll be fine. I just-" Martha paused. "Have you seen an old pocket watch of Mister Smith's? It was on the mantel, and I was going to polish it, but now I can't find it anywhere." Martha knew that it had a perception filter on it, so no one would really think anything of it if they saw it, but if that were true, why was it missing?

"I haven't seen it, but I promise I'll keep an eye out." Guess, I was right about the Family catching up soon.

Martha paused like she wanted to say something else, but she wasn't sure if she should. "Please, don't take this the wrong way, but maybe you should keep a little distance from Mister Smith for a few days."

"I don't plan to distance myself, but whatever the trouble is, I will help you. Both of you."

Martha smiled sadly and walked away. Rose wished she could tell Martha that she knew about the Doctor, but since she knew so little about what they were facing, she didn't know when or where she could safely talk to Martha. If there was such a time or place it certainly wouldn't be in the middle of the hallway as the students were shuffling to their classes.

Rose went back to the library. A little after classes were over, one of the nicer students, Timothy, Rose thought his name was came into the library looking nervous. "Is everything alright? Have the other boys been getting to you?"

"It's nothing Miss Prentiss. My mind is just a bit busy at the moment," the young boy replied. Rose let him be alone with his thoughts but determined to keep an eye on him. As she walked behind a bookshelf, she saw Timothy pull watch out of his pocket. She couldn't see the markings, but she knew it had to be the watch that Martha was looking for. She could feel the Doctor in her mind for a brief moment when he opened the watch.

Something told her to leave the watch with the boy. It would be safe with him for a while longer, and the child was clever; he wouldn't get caught with it.

When Rose decided that it was time to take a break from the library, she thought it might be good to find Martha and try to hint to her that she knew about the Doctor. Those plans were dashed when she was met with a charming smile.

"Hello, Marion! I was just going to take a quick walk through town, and, well… um" John hesitated.

"Better with two?" Rose bit her lip slightly as she smiled up at him.

"Quite so. Would you like to come with me? Or maybe you want to rest after work. We're already going to the dance this even-"

Rose interrupted his babbling. "I would love to go on a walk with you, John." So John led her outside, and Rose hoped she'd be able to reach out to Martha later.

John didn't really understand what was going on in his mind and body when he walked beside Marion. He knew his heart was beating much faster than it should have been, but it felt almost normal. His thoughts were clearer when he was with her, but it was somehow also harder to think of anything but her. How could she be affecting him like this when it was only the second day that he'd known her. He took comfort in the idea that she seemed to have no problem with him monopolizing her free time.

She was telling him a story about a couple of rowdy boys that had come into the library and made a mess, fully expecting her to just take care of it. He was impressed by how she handled the boys and held them accountable. She was so kind and caring whenever he saw her but hearing her act so feisty brought a smile to his face that he was sure was too goofy to be attractive in any way, but Marion blushed under his gaze anyway.

Marion's grip on his hand tightened, "John!"

He turned to where she was staring and saw a piano that was about to fall and a mother unknowingly pushing a pram towards disaster. He looked around and took a ball from a child nearby and threw it, causing a chain reaction that stopped the mother in her tracks before she or the child were in the path of the falling piano.

"Well, that was lucky," John said breathlessly.

"My hero," Rose replied flirtatiously, smiling at him with her tongue between her teeth.

They continued walking, and John spotted a scarecrow halfway off its post, and John went to fix it.

"Ever the artist, John," Rose smiled. As he adjusted the scarecrow's arm, its head seemed to move unnaturally, but when it stilled without incident, Rose decided that it must have been her worry over not knowing what the Family was. "Where did you learn to draw? All those wonderful creatures and planets…"

"Gallifrey," he answered distractedly, still maneuvering the scarecrow. Rose flinched at the name from the Doctor's past.

"That must have been lovely," Rose replied.

John stepped back from the scarecrow. "Well, my work is done. What do you think?"

"Marvelous job. Somewhere a farmer is very grateful we walked this way."

They walked until it was nearing dusk, and Rose suggested that they head back to the school so she could change for the dance.

"But you already look perfect," John smiled sweetly at her, and she smiled shyly.

"Then you'll love the outfit I have planned even more. I'll see you in half an hour," with that, she walked into her room and closed the door behind her. John stayed staring at her door for a few more seconds before deciding that there was one more thing he needed to do before escorting her to the dance.