"Wow,"

The Doctor's awed expression and whispered word were the first thing Cass heard the second she stepped out of the TARDIS.

They were then swiftly followed by Rose's laughter, as the blonde weaved their elbows together and whispered, "He can barely focus on anything with you around as is, are you trying to get us killed?"

"What?" She shrugged nonchalantly, though nothing could hide the wicked gleam in her eyes as she stared at her tether, "I'm simply dressing era-appropriate."

And she had. Granted, she'd decided to model her clothing after some of the sexiest women of the era, but it was still, technically, era-appropriate.

She'd donned a pair of nearly skintight black pants, and some blocky red heels. Coupled with a larger black belt that defined her waist and a tight shirt that fell off her shoulders elegantly, showcasing the freckles there, Cass looked like a redheaded Brigitte Bardot, which was good, because that had been what she'd been aiming for.

She'd lightly curled her hair as well, allowing it, for once, to fall down her back unbidden in loose, flaming waves that swayed with her steps.

Her tether swallowed heavily, before turning to their companion and answering her earlier question, which she'd asked before his minx had stepped out in all of her...distracting glory, "You are kidding, aren't you? You wanna see Elvis, you go in the late 50's! The time before burgers. When they called him "the Pelvis" and he still had a waist." He stepped back inside, only for the sound of an engine to fill the air, a Vespa riding through the clever machine's door seconds later, all black, with a sidecar attached.

Flipping his visor up, the alien grinned at them, "What's more, you see him in style!"

Both girls chuckled happily, Rose climbing into the sidecar, placing a pink helmet over her head, as Cass straddled the machine behind her Time Lord, arms wrapping tightly around his waist from behind, the white helmet he'd handed her firmly over her head.

Do you intend to be this distracting on every adventure, or am i being punished?

His words floated through her mind, his presence growing stronger in her chest, the tether that bound all so tightly humming in joy. She was glad for the helmet, as it hid her blushing face, since the feelings were still unfamiliar to her.

Since their adventure in the other universe, with the Cybermen, nearly two months ago, they'd been working tirelessly to strengthen their mental bond.

It wasn't perfect, not yet, but it was slowly growing, to the point where they could project specific thoughts to each other at will, regardless of the distance between them.

She couldn't go swimming through his memories just yet, her control over this new ability still weak, and it seemed her mental walls were too strong for him to do so without her knowledge either, but they were getting there.

And nothing had felt quite as wonderful as hearing him moaning her name in her head for the first time, tone breathless and laced with passion, as she'd ridden him over the edge.

Tightening her hold around him, she giggled happily, sending a singular thought back.

You love it, really.

"Where we off to?" Rose shouted, her voice reaching them over the loud engine.

Before he could reply, his tether's amused voice intoned, "We were supposed to head to Ed Sullivan studios, New York, to see the King perform 'Ground Hog' live, but uh...You and I were too busy getting dressed to supervise his driving Rosie."

"What's that supposed to mean?!"

His offended yell made both of them burst into loud laughter, Cass' fingers digging into his side as she chuckled, her chest moving against his back, "Honey, I'm gonna give you a second to check our environment first."

He looked up, just as a typical red, double-decker London bus sped past, a Union Jack flag hanging off of it, flapping carelessly in the wind.

Beside them, Rose joked, "I'm really digging the New York vibe!"

He pulled over to the side, stopping the Vespa and flipping his visor up and he turned to look at his tether, who was already looking at him happily, green eyes sparkling with mirth.

"Well... this could still be New York, I mean this looks very New York to me... sort of... Londony New York, mind.." he tried, only to stop when light, bell-like giggles filled his ear, his Cassie biting into her lip harshly to quiet them.

Looking at him, adoration in her eyes, she simply smiled, "Nice try baby, but no dice." Turning her head, she winked conspiratorially to her 'sister', "And this, this is why I'm teaching you how to drive the TARDIS. If he did, you'd never actually land the clever girl where you wanted to."

He took his helmet off, leaning down to press a single, open-mouthed kiss to one exposed shoulder, smirking against her skin when he felt her shudder, as Rose rolled her eyes at him, shaking her head with a pleased grin.

She knew how sad Cass had been since Mickey's departure. She'd been devastated too, but Cass...she'd been heartbroken. Mickey had been the redhead's first friend, the first person to ever actually care about her, the first person to show her that beneath all of her ice and snark, she was so, so, incredibly lovable. And so, ever since his departure, both she and the Doctor had made a conscious effort to make her smile and laugh, and slowly, over the past couple of months, they'd managed to dilute the sadness in her eyes.

It was still there, but smaller. Now, when Cass looked at them, all they could see in her green eyes was joy and love. After all, she still had them.

Her tether and her sister.

Smirking at the fierce blush that covered what she could see of her big sister's face, she gestured around at the decorations, asking, "What are all the flags for?"

—

They pulled up right alongside a van with its doors open, a man grinning at the owner as two younger one carried off a television set into a house, "There you go sir, all wired up for the great occasion!"

The Doctor parked the Vespa, sliding off smoothly before helping Cass, his arm sliding naturally around the bend of her waist, "The great occasion? What'd you mean?"

The man turned to him in confusion, "Where've you been living, out in the Colonies? Coronation, of course."

"What coronation is that, then?"

"What'd you mean?" The man laughed, bemused, "THE coronation."

Cass rolled her eyes, sharing a knowing grin with the blonde beside her, before leaning closer to her tether and whispering jokingly, "England, 1953...Queen Elizabeth's coronation. Historically speaking, one of the biggest events to entrance the British public, ever."

"Oh!" His eyebrows rose in surprise, before dropping slightly, as he smirked down at her, "You know, you're not that smart."

"She's smarter than you, at any rate." Rose mocked happily, giggling when he turned an affronted look to her.

Beside him, Cass' shoulders were shaking with muffled laughter, as in his head, her voice said, she said it, not me.

The red-haired woman's head tilted curiously as she looked at the man b enforce them, suspicion rising through her as she remembered exactly what events were to occur on this particular adventure.

Shoving her apprehension behind a wall, so quickly she hoped her tether didn't notice them, Cass made a vow to herself; nothing would touch her sister if she could help it.

And thankfully, she was armed with so much foreknowledge, that she may be the only one capable of stopping it.

"Look at all the TV aerials..." the blonde murmured in wonder, eyes looking around,"looks like everyone's got one. That's weird, my nan said tellies were so rare they all had to pile into one house."

The man laughed, shaking his head, "Not round here, love. Magpie's Marvellous Tellies, only five quid a box."

Excitement floated through her seconds before she was pulled into a large hug, the Doctor's smile wide as he pulled away, cupping her cheeks lovingly, "Oh but this is a brilliant year! Classic! Technicolour, Everest climbed, everything off the ration." Leaning down, he pressed their lips together in furtive passion, before murmuring, "The Nation throwing off the shadows of war and looking forward to a happier, brighter future!"

Cass smiled knowingly, raising open finger in the air, right as someone screamed, "Not quite."

"Someone help me, please! Ted!"

Across the street, a man was being led out of his house, a blanket bundled over his head. A woman came up behind him, cries heart-wrenching, "Leave him alone, it's my husband!"

The men who'd carted him off slowly deposited him in a car, one of them turning to glare at the Doctor as he approached curiously, "What's going on?"

"Police business, now get out of the way, sir!"

Noticing a little boy frowning, Cass and Rose made their way to him, the redhead kneeling and asking, "Do you know who they've taken, sweetling?"

"Must be Mr Gallagher..." he breathed sadly, watching as the car drove away, "It's happening all over the place. They're turning into monsters..."

"Tommy! Not one word!" A man yelled angrily as he stormed out of the building. Nodding at the boy, he pointed a finger inside, ordering, "Get inside now!"

Tommy glanced at him expressionlessly, before sighing, "Sorry, I'd better do as he says..." walking away.

Both girls glanced back at the Doctor, excitement thrumming through the air as they knew...

There was a new adventure to be had!

The alien grabbed his tether's hand, before pulling her to the moped, Rose quick behind. As he slipped on it, he made sure to place her helmet securely over her head, smirking when she pouted, "i need you safe, love."

Looking at his companion, who'd settled back in her side-car, he revved the engine, grinning maniacally, "All aboard!"

—

They followed behind the black car until it disappeared around a corner, the sight of it being replaced by some sweepers instead.

Parking, the alien scratched his head, looking around, "Lost 'em! How'd they get away from us?"

Rose whipped her helmet off, turning to look at him mockingly, "Surprised they didn't turn back and arrest you for reckless driving, have you actually passed your test?!"

Cass removed her own as well, shaking her head as her hair tumbled rather dramatically down her back, before drawling nonchalantly, "I feel like, based on the way he drives the TARDIS, the answer to that question should be rather obvious"

And it was. The answer to Rose's question was a firm and strong; NO.

"Men in black? Vanishing police cars? This is Churchill's England, not Stalin's Russia!" He whispered, the only indication he'd heard them being the warning squeeze he'd given his tether's waist.

The blonde tilted her head curiously, murmuring, "Monsters, that boy said..."

The Doctor turned to her, intrigued, as Cass hummed in agreement.

"Maybe we should go and ask the neighbors." She finished, looking at them for approval.

Cass nodded, as the Time Lord smiled, winking, "That's what I like about you. The domestic approach."

As he kicked the moped back to life, Rose murmured, "Thank you," a pleased smile on her face, before the true meaning of his words dawned on her, and she yelped, "Hold on, was that an insult?!"

But he didn't answer, having already taken off, the only response she received to her question being Cass' flowing laughter.

—

Cass casually leaned against the Doc ass he rang the doorbell, a b ores look on her face as she waited for the man inside to slam it open.

Which he would, in three, two, one...

"Who are you then?"

The question had been asked suspiciously, as his eyes veered from one to the other. Cass noticed a small head peeking from behind him, and meeting little Tommy's eyes, she winked, smile growing when he chuckled in delight.

The Doctor meanwhile, bulldozed straight through as he usually did, "Let's see then, judging by the look of you, family man, nice house, decent wage, fought in the war, therefore, we represent Queen and country!" He held up his psychic paper flamboyantly, waving it around quickly before stashing it back in his pocket, "Just doing a little check of Her Majesty's forthcoming subjects for the great day. Don't mind if I come in? Nah, didn't think you did, thank you!"

Without waiting for a response, he walked into the home, both girls following behind him. As they reached the living room, he turned to the woman present, grinning, "Not bad, very nice! Very well kept! I'd like to congratulate you, Mrs...?"

"Connolly," she replied, timid.

Cass smiled gently at her, tilting her head in polite greeting, "Lovely meeting you, Mrs. Connolly."

"Now then Rita, I can handle this," the man's voice intoned, as he followed them into the room, Rita's smile dropping as soon as she saw him, "This gentleman's a proper representative!"

Both girls rolled their eyes, Cass joining Rose as the blonde plopped herself on an armchair, the older one sitting delicately on it's arm.

"Don't mind the wife, she rattles on a bit."

The Time Lord tilted his head curiously, "Well, maybe she should rattle on a bit more. I['m not convinced you're doing your patriotic duty." His eyes fell to a box of flags, "Nice flags. Why are they not flying?"

"There we are Rita," Eddie glanced at his wife, the command clear in his eyes, "I told you, get them up, Queen and country!"

The Doctor's eyes widened minutely, silently agreeing with the disgust he felt from his tether as Rita lowered her gaze, quietly mumbling, "I'm sorry..."

"Get it done! Do it now!" Eddie barked back.

"Hold on a minute..." the Doc began, only to get cut off, "Like the gentleman says..."

"Hold on a min Ute," he repeated, loudly, continuing when Eddie had turned to face him, "You've got hands, Mr Connolly. Two big hands! Why is that your wife's job?"

For all intents and purposes, now that he and Cass had completed the tether bond, they were as good as married, in earth terms. It meant a great deal more on Gallifrey, their union far transcended marriage rites, but still. And he could never, for the life of him, imagine treating his Cassie, his tether, in such a way. Demanding she serve him, as though she was his property.

As though he owned her, when in reality, it was nothing but an equal partnership. If she was his, to hold and love and cherish, then he was doubly so hers.

Just the thought of it made him a little sick. He loved her far too much to even consider such a thing, even if he had yet to actually tell her.

He knew she'd felt it, how could she not, when it radiated from him at every moment. He'd felt it from her just the same, but they'd yet to actually speak the words to one another, both far too scared.

But right now, as he stared down this man who seemed to not value the love he had, who seemed blind to his wife, he couldn't help but wonder why?

Why was he so scared to just tell her how much he bloody loved her?

"Well, it's housework, innit?" Eddie grumbled.

"And that's a woman's job?"

"'Course it is!"

Soft laughter floated to them, as Cass' hands reached out to rest lightly on her tether's shoulders. When he looked up at her face, he noted the genial smile on it, cordial and polite, though her eyes spoke a different story.

The green was bright; angry and disbelieving.

He supposed, not only was she a woman as well, but in her time, such words were idiotic in nature.

"Mr. Connolly..." she began, voice as sweet as poisonous honey, "Pray tell me, what exactly is the Queen's gender?"

"She's female."

The Doctor's hand reached out to hers, laying on top of it warmly, as he shot her a sly wink, before asking, "Then, are you suggesting the Queen does the housework?"

"No" the man stammered, shaking his head quickly, "Not at all!"

"Then get busy," the redhead drawled, reaching over to toss the box of flags on his lap.

He stood up quickly, flags in his grasp, "Right, yes sir," growing quiet, his eyes then hesitantly moved to the redhead, who was glaring slightly, before stammering, "Ma'am. You'll be proud of us, sir! We'll have Union Jacks left, right and centre!"

Rose stood up, hands on her hips, "'Scuse me, Mr Connolly, hang on a minute! Union Jacks?"

"Yes, that's right, isn't it?" He looked up at her, pausing his work for a second.

The blonde shook her head, a small, mocking smile on her face, "That's the Union Flag. It's the Union Jack only when it's flown at sea."

Cass could see Tommy's grin growing at the sight of his father being put in his place, and when his eyes met her own, she winked again, smiling happily at his muffled chuckles.

"Oh...oh, I'm sorry, I do apologize!" Eddie hurried to mutter.

Rose waved her hands nonchalantly, an unhurried smile on her face, "Well, don't get it wrong again, there's a good man. Now get to it!"

The three travelers sat down on the couch, Cass choosing to sit demurely on the arm next to the Doc's as he grinned, "Right then! Nice and comfy, at Her Majesty's leisure!" Leaning closer to his companion, he whispered, "Union Flag?"

"Mum went out with a sailor," the blonde shrugged, a smug smile on her face.

"Oh ho hoo, I'll bet she did!" He smirked, before looking out into the room, "Anyway, I'm the Doctor, and this is my wife, Cassie," he'd emphasized the words, drawing his arm around the slightly flustered redhead's face, before gently tilting his head towards the blonde and finishing, "and this is Rose."

Cass cleared her throat, shaking the gaggle of butterflies that had taken flight in her chest as his words away, before turning to Tommy and grinning mischievously, "And you are?"

"Tommy," the boy replied.

The two on the couch moved further apart form one another, making space for the boy to sit between, the Doc calling, "Well sit yourself down, Tommy!"

Cass motioned towards the empty armchair, gently inviting Rita to sit with them as well as they all turned their attention to the television, "Have a look at this. I love telly, don't you?"

The young boy grinned, "Yeah, i think it's brilliant!"

"Good man," the Doc nodded, before calling out to ِEddie, who was still hanging flags, "Keep working, Mr. C!"

The redhead turned to Rita, smile becoming infinitely more gentle as she asked, "Rita, could you perhaps tell us what's wrong?"

The woman inhaled unsteadily, before looking at the alien, "Did you say you were a doctor?"

"Yes, i am."

"Can you help her? Oh please, can you help her, doctor?"

From his corner, Eddie, having overheard them, began warningly, "Now then Rita, I don't think the gentleman needs to know..."

"Unless you happen to be the gentleman in question, it is the height of impoliteness to interrupt a conversation that does not concern you, Mr. Connolly." Cass drawled, shooting the man a warning look, before turning around in satisfaction when he nodded, slightly afraid.

What? Cass may be all sugar and spice, but the ratios were never even. She was decidedly more spice than sugar normally, and that's exactly the way she liked it.

Besides, the man reminded her far too much of the old assholes she used to work with at NASA, with his sexist comments and misogynistic views on life. He needed to be a little afraid of women and what they could do.

Rita shot her a grateful look, before bursting into sudden tears. Immediately, both she and Rose were at her side, gently stroking her arms, and whispering soothing, nonsensical words.

"I'm sorry..." Rose whispered quietly, sharing a pitying look with her older sister.

"Hold on a minute!" Eddie yelled, "Queen and country's one thing, but this is my house!" He glanced down at the flags in his hands before dropping them, fists balling up in anger as he turned to fully face them, "What the... what the hell am I doing? Now you listen here, Doctor! You may have fancy qualifications, but what goes on under my roof is my business!"

Cass felt her tether's fury rippling over her skin like an icy blanket, but for once, she didn't try to stymie it. She was equally as furious, and frankly, if the Doc didn't deal with this annoying gnat of a man, she would.

And her way would be decidedly more violent.

"All the people are being bundled into..." her alien began scathingly, only from Eddie's yell to cut him off, "I am talking!"

"And I'm not listening!" The Doctor yelled back, standing up to his full height, towering over the man who now wore a fearful expression, "Now you, Mr. Connolly, are staring into a deep, dark PIT of trouble if you don't let me help. So I'm ordering you, sir, to tell me what's going on!"

Eddie clearly hesitated, trying to think of something to say, when something began banging on the roof, all eyes moving to it.

"She won't stop," he breathed instead, voice wavering slightly, betraying his fear. "She never stops."

Tommy stood up, approaching them hesitantly, "We started hearing stories, all round the place. People who've... changed. Families keeping it secret 'cause they were scared. The police started finding out. We don't know how, no one does. They just... turn up, come to the door and take 'em. Any time of the day or night."

Cass gently put her hand on his shoulder, asking, "Could you show us, please Tommy?"

She was all for ordering about imbeciles, but not children.

Never children.

—

The young boy led them down a corridor, before stopping at a door and gently opening it, peeking inside cautiously, "Gran? It's Tommy,"

When he received no reply, he pulled the door open fully, gesturing for the group of three to follow him inside.

The room was dark, and the only thing they could see was the shadowed silhouette of his grandmother, standing still by the window.

"S'alright gran, I've brought help," he whispered, before turning on a light, and revealing exactly what the problem was.

His grandmother, standing as still as a statue by the window, had no face.

It wasn't an exaggeration, the woman truly seemed to be faceless, the skin where her features were meant to be simply smooth all over.

Rose gasped at the sight, hand reaching down to clench around Cass' tightly, as the redhead squeezed reassuringly.

"Her face is completely gone," the Doc murmured, as he pulled his sonic out and scanned the woman, "Scarcely an electrical impulse left. Almost complete neural shutdown, she's ticking over, like her brain has been... wiped clean."

"What are we gonna do, Doctor?" Tommy cried frantically, "We can't even feed her!"

A warm arm came around his shoulder, and he huddled into the redhead, seeking the comfort she seemed to bring. He flinched when a crash came from downstairs, but Cass simply murmured casually, "Wrap it up guys, we've got company."

"It's them! They've come for her!" Rita cried in fear.

The Doctor turned to Tommy, asking urgently, "What was she doing before this happened? Where was she?"

When the boy didn't respond, his face pitched in fright, he insisted, "Tell me, quickly, think!"

"I can't think!" Tommy yelled, shaking his head vigorously, "She doesn't leave the house! She was just..."

Two large men stepped into the room, headed straight for the faceless woman in the corner.

"Now, wait a minute!" The Doc stepped in their way, hands raised, "There are three important, brilliant, and complicated reasons why you should listen to me. One..."

He didn't get to finish, as a large fist had slammed across his face, knocking him out.

"Doctor!" Rose shouted, dropping to her knees beside him, while Cass simply sighed, following her down, and gently placing his head on her lap, fingers reaching into the pocket of her leather jacket readily, as though she'd known this would happen, and had come prepared.

As the men threw a blanket over Tommy's gran and ushered her out, the family following, Cass pulled out a tiny bottle of smelling salts, winking at her 'sister' conspiratorially when she noticed her befuddled stare, "Precog, remember? Plus, it was bound to happen eventually. He has a tendency to piss all the wrong people off."

Rose nodded, chuckling at how correct the words are, as Cass slowly uncapped the small bottle, running it gently under her tether's nose.

It didn't take a minute before he was jack-knifing up, huffing, "Ah, hell of a right hook!" He jumped up, standing straight as though nothing had happened, "Have to watch out for that!"

He then quickly ran from the room, only to return less than a second later, and pull his tether into a deep, passionate kiss, winking when he let her go, and ran back down the way he'd come.

The redhead shook the haze out of her head, mouthing, "shut it," at her snickering sister, before following him down, knowing he was definitely gone now.

And she was right, as it seemed that he'd ran straight out the door, forgetting about them in his excitement.

But it didn't matter, as that had been what she'd needed in the first place.

Her eyes quickly ran over the room, before landing on the television set, nudging Rose quietly when she noticed the red sparks of electricity bouncing from it.

"My god..." the blonde murmured. Quickly, they ran towards it, using their joined strengths to move it enough to peek behind.

"Magpie Electrical," Cass huffed, "I knew i didn't like his slimy face."

"You two!" Eddie's enraged voice drew their attention, and they turned to find him glaring at them, "Get the hell out of my house!"

Rose jumped to her feet, but Cass slowly rose up, walking leisurely towards the man, not intimidated in the least by him. When she reached the door, she turned around, winking slyly at the boy, before presenting Rita with a bright grin. Looking at Eddie, she simply said, "I would shake your hand, except you're kind of an ass, so I'll pass." Before exiting through the door, knowing exactly how wide his eyes had gotten.

As she waited outside, she couldn't help but grin proudly when she heard Rose's mocking tone say, "And as for you, Mr Connolly, only an idiot hangs the Union Flag upside-down. Shame on you!"

When she left, she quickly grabbed the redhead's hand and the two ran down the street, returning quickly to where they'd remembered seeing Magpie's store.

—

They entered the store cautiously, finding the man adjusting a television on the counter.

Behind him, and that had been the bit that drew Cass' eyes, stood a wall of TVs, all set up one atop the other.

"Oh, I...I'm sorry," he murmured nervously when he noticed them, "I'm afraid you're too late. I was just about to lock the door."

Both girls shot each other knowing grins, before Rose quietly shut the door, "Yeah? Well, we wanna buy a telly."

"Come back tomorrow. Please." His expression seemed nearly desperate as he pleaded with them.

"You'll be closed, won't ya?"

"What?"

Cass tilted her head, smiling politely, "Big day tomorrow...the coronation?"

"Yes, yes, of course. The big day. I'm sure you'll find somewhere to watch it. Please go."

"See, we would love to do that, Magpie." The redhead began, walking slowly towards him, Rose beside her, "Except it seems to us like half of London already has a set, since you're practically giving them away..."

"i have my reasons."

The blonde snorted under her breath, before aiming a very suspicious look his way, "And what are they?"

From beside her, Cass gasped, "I'll do you one better, Rosie. What the hell are they?" Her finger had risen to point at the wall of televisions, mainly the one that had seemed to turn on by itself, displaying the image of a woman who crowed, "Hungry! Hungry!"

"Yes, what exactly is that?" Rose repeated, head tilting towards the TV questioningly.

Magpie swallowed nervously, before trying to deflect unsuccessfully, "It's just a television. One of these modern programs. Now, I really do think you should leave! Right now!"

"Not until you've answered our questions," the blonde shook her head, "why are your televisions so cheap?"

"It's my patriotic duty. Seems only right that as many folk as possible get to watch the coronation. We may be losing the Empire but we can still be proud! Twenty million people they reckon'll be watching! Imagine that!" He paused, voice growing more urgent when he noticed their skeptical looks, "And twenty million people can't be wrong, eh? So why don't you get yourself back home and get up, bright and early, for the big day?"

"Nah," Cass smiled, "we're not leaving until we've seen everything. Can;t make a shopping decision until we've actually shopped around, eh?"

"I need to close!"

"Mr. Magpie," the redhead began slowly, eyes moving to the television program that seemed to be watching them rather intently, "Something's happening. Normal, everyday people seem to be losing their faces and the only common link between them, between all of them...are the televisions in their homes, courtesy of you!" Her eyes moved to him, gazing seriously as the man, as her voice softened, "So please, we can help you, if you'd just tell us what is happening."

Magpie sighed, shaking his head as he slowly moved to the door, locking it with an ominous click. "I knew this would happen. I knew I'd be found out."

Rose glanced at him nervously, hands beginning to shake as Cass moved in front of her, "All right, then, it's just you and us... you gonna come clean, then? What's really in it for you?"

"For me? Perhaps some peace."

"From what?"

"From HER." His eyes had moved to the screen, the one Cass had already been observing intently, and that seemed to be watching her as well.

Rose frowned, not understanding, "That's just a woman on the telly, that's just a programme."

Her big sister shook her head, informing her, "It's not a program at all. She's alive. She;s been watching us for the past couple minutes, and I've been watching her."

"What a clever, pretty little girl!" The woman grinned deviously.

"Oh, my God!" Rose gasped, moving from behind Cass' protective stance, approaching the TV quietly, "Is she talking to us?"

A hand wrapped around her bicep as the lady in the screen nodded, "Yes. I'm talking to you, little one. Unseasonably chilly for the time of year, don't you think?"

"Rosie, get back," Cass whispered urgently, before turning to the screen and hissing, "What exactly is it you want, Wire?"

"Ooh, clever, clever girl, knows my name." The Wire smirked, "I'm the Wire, and I'm hungryyyyyy."

Bolts of red electricity shot out of the screen, heading straight towards the blonde who instinctively shielded her face, only, after a second, she realized she'd been pushed aside, and where she once stood, now Cass was.

"Cass!" She yelled in fear, watching as the redhead's face was slowly being sucked into the television.

Her hands waved around, as her breathy voice yelled, "Rosie! Get out of here! Find him, and he'll fix this, just get out!"

"Just think of that audience tomorrow," Magpie whimpered, tears in his eyes as he watched the brave redheaded girl, "All sitting down to watch the coronation. Twenty million people. Things will never be the same again. I'm sorry. So sorry."

"Run, Rose, please!" Cass yelled one last time, before her hands straightened by her side, stiff.

Frozen.

The blonde wiped her sleeves over her face roughly, before pushing past Magpie and running out of the store. Instead of finding the Doctor immediately, however, she waited by an empty alley.

Cass had never left her alone when she needed help, so why in all of hell's blazes would she ever do that to her? Her sister needed her help, and so, that's exactly what she would do.