Rose finished up styling her brunette wig, which she discovered was actually a bit easier than her real hair. She wasn't sure what planet or time the wig came from, but she was impressed. Just in time, she heard a knock at the door, and she rushed to open it. There stood John, holding a single short stemmed tea rose. He handed it to her, and she accepted it with a smile, tucking it into her hair.

"You look beautiful," John looked her up and down before coughing slightly, "Shall we?" He offered her his arm, and she took it.

"We shall."

~.~

At this point Martha was panicking. Mister Smith had been gone most of the day, and she had searched through his bedroom and classroom, but the watch was nowhere to be found. John Smith wasn't supposed to think anything of the watch because of the perception filter, so she doubted he moved it, but where else could it possibly have gone?

Not to mention Marion. Martha couldn't figure her out. She came out of nowhere, and immediately got close to the Doctor's human self. She spoke differently and treated Martha better than anyone else in Marion's class. There was something off about her. Martha wondered briefly if Marion was part of the family and trying to get close to them both in order to hurt the Doctor, but she waved off the idea. The family had arrived after Marion, and it wasn't that odd that the school got a new librarian. The old one recently got married and moved away. She was just jealous that John had taken a liking to her, but as soon as she found the watch, the Doctor would be back, and he and Martha would leave. But what if he wants to take her with us? Would she come? Martha wondered. Would he even still want me around after that? She shuddered a little at the thought. She knew that someday she wanted to go back and finish her degree, but she loved the Doctor, and she wasn't ready to give him up.

She thought she had earned a little bit of a break, so when one of the other teachers didn't want his tea and said she could have it, she was excited to be able to sit down with Jenny and have just a few minutes where she didn't have to worry. Unfortunately, that plan didn't work too well. Jenny was no longer Jenny, that much was obvious. What wasn't so obvious was what to do about it without the fob watch. She ran to find him anyway, maybe she could jog his memory on her own.

So she ran, avoiding blasts from No-Longer-Jenny's gun.

Martha ran to his room, but there was no sign of him. She decided to check Marion's room and the library, coming up empty both times before she remembered that there was a dance in town tonight. Hopefully, she could still make it there before the family.

~.~

Rose should have been having the time of her life. It had always taken so much to get the Doctor to dance with her, and now John was the one asking her. He held her close as they danced, closer than many of the other couples. It felt so right to be in his arms, even if she wished it were really the Doctor holding her this way.

But she knew she needed to be on the lookout for any strange behavior. Trouble was in the air, and the Family was not going to let them finish their date. She didn't know whether to be relieved or terrified when she saw Timothy sneak into the dance hall. She supposed it would be good to have the watch nearby, but she didn't want him to be in any danger. Maybe she should have taken the watch back from him earlier that day.

The song ended and, in a moment of courage, John leaned down to kiss Marion's cheek. He could feel her cheeks tighten in a grin. He led her to a chair and pulled it out for her before announcing that he was going to get them drinks.

Martha rushed into the dance, and Rose knew that her time was up. She saw Timothy duck into the hallway, but somehow, she knew he wouldn't go far. He had known enough to bring the fob watch to the dance after all.

Martha run up to Marion, "I'm really sorry for what I'm about to do." Then she turned to the newly arrived Mister Smith. "They've found us. We're in danger, and you've got to remember. You've got to change back!"

John sighed. "Marth, what are you talking about?"

"This," she gestured to John, "isn't real. Those dreams you've been having those are your real memories, and you need to remember now. I'm sorry, but this isn't your life and we're in trouble. We need the Doctor."

"Martha, those are just stories. You need to calm down." John placed his hands on her shoulders condescendingly.

Martha shrugged him off. "You're not listening to me! We need to get you back to the TARDIS."

"Martha, I know it must be hard for you to understand, but what I dream about, the stories I wrote in that journal-"

"John, that's enough." Rose's voice was calmer than she could have hoped. "There is no reason to talk down to her. She's scared and trying to help."

"Marion, you can't believe that she's right?" John chuckled. "She'll be alright when she understands."

"Where is Gallifrey?"

"What?"

"Earlier today, when I asked you where you learned to draw, you said 'Gallifrey.' I don't know anywhere by that name on Earth." Rose stroked his cheek. "But you did write about it in your journal. It's the planet where you grew up. A red planet with two suns." Martha stared at Rose in disbelief.

"Marion, what you're implying-"

"There will be silence!" Mr. Clarke shouted as he, Baines, and Jenny stormed into the dance. Scarecrows like the one John had straightened earlier piled into the room as Clarke continued to call for silence.

"Never mind, too late. Forget we said anything. You are John Smith." Martha spoke quickly and quietly. Rose took John's hand and squeezed it. She could see the fear and confusion in his eyes, so she reached up to kiss his cheek.

A man stood to question the newcomers, but the creature in Mr. Clarke's body obliterated him before he could finish his sentence. People began running out of the dance hall, while others stood, frozen in place by what they had just witnessed.

"We have a few questions for Mr. Smith," Baines' stare bore into them.

A little girl ran up to Baines. "Better than that. The teacher he's the Doctor. I heard them talking."

"You took human form," Baines looked as amused as he could with the Family's odd mannerisms.

"Of course, I'm human. I was born human, as were you Baines, and Jenny, and you Mister Clarke. What is going on? This is madness!" John exclaimed.

"Ooh, and a human brain too. Simple, thick, and dull."

"He's no good like this." Jenny told Baines.

"We need a Time Lord." Mr. Clarke added.

"Easily done," Baines replied confidently. He stepped forward and aimed his weapon at Mr. Smith. "Change back."

"I don't know what you're talking about." John replied desperately taking a few steps back and pulling Rose along with him.

"Martha, get everyone out of here." Martha nodded to Rose and obeyed her wishes. The more people that got out of the way the better.

"CHANGE BACK," Baines commanded again.

"I literally do not know!"

Not-Jenny reached out and grabbed Martha, holding her gun to her head. At least she had managed to get a few more on-lookers out of harm's way.

"Get off me!" She shouted.

"She's your friend, isn't she?" Not-Jenny asked mockingly. "Doesn't this scare you enough to change back?!"

"I don't know what you mean," John argued desperately and helplessly.

Rose released his hand and stepped between him and the family. He trued to grab her and pull her back. "This isn't getting you anywhere. I don't know who you are, but there is no Time Lord here."

"There will be," Baines answered, turning his gaze to her. In one swift motion, Baines reached out and grabbed her. She fought against his hold and stomped on his foot, but it only served to make him angrier as he pointed his gun towards her head instead of John's. He passed her over to Mr. Clarke and aimed his weapon at John again. "Have you enjoyed it, Doctor? Being human? Has it taught you wonderful things? Made you better, richer, wiser? Well, then, Doctor, let's see you answer this: which one do you want us to kill? Your friend or your lover?"