I
The Industrial Revolution

England
Manchester
1775

The Tardis lands with a loud thud and the Doctor looks up at Rose. Excitement shines in both their eyes. However Terry looks a little less pleased. She only looks at the Doctor with one raised eyebrow, knowing exactly where they have landed.

Or the year the Doctor has attempted to land.

Rose points her thumb behind her. "Is there any need for me to get into costume?"

The Doctor tilts his head to one side as he examines Rose's outfit. A bright orange t-shirt and blue denim jeans. "I should imagine you'll be fine." With that the Doctor turns and runs to the door.

Terry sighs loudly as Rose stands by her side. "Don't get too paranoid if you get people staring at you."

The Doctor pulls open the Tardis doors and the first thing they are greeted with is the smell of chemicals and burning fuels. Rose looks at Terry briefly before she follows the Doctor who has jumped out of the Tardis with his arms stretched proudly out to his sides.

Rose holds onto the Tardis door and peers outside.

"Manchester! 1774! Rose Tyler, for your first time, I welcome you to the Industrial Revolution!" The Doctor smiles broadly feeling rather proud of himself. "It's the same year that James Watt produced the first reliable steam engine. I think. That might be next year."

Rose steps cautiously out of the Tardis onto the stone cobbled street and stands by the Doctor's side. She nods as she looks out at the river Irwell. Bridges run across the river and the roads are filled with horse drawn carts and pedestrians. On both sides of the river are tall buildings with dark windows, and tall chimneys from factories can be seen in the distance over the top of the buildings.

It is a new sight to see and although it isn't as fascinating as the view of planet Zorlon, Rose could not be more thankful that the Doctor has taken her back in time to a new adventure. She is also thankful to step out on solid ground rather than snow. However the pungent smell of burning fuels in the air can't go unnoticed.

Terry steps out of the Tardis and closes the door behind her before locking it. She then stands to the other side of the Doctor and also looks out at the river Irwell.

"So what do you plan to do now?" Terry asks rather accusingly after a long pause of silence. "Don't know if you're going to find what you're looking for."

"What?" Rose asks.

"We're going to explore and find what stories we can get ourselves into." The Doctor replies quickly, staring harshly at Terry, before turning his head to Rose. Rose looks up at the Doctor and smiles at him. She then takes his hand in hers and the three walk alongside one another into the city centre.

The Doctor happily natters away about the history of Manchester as they walk through the streets. Rose looks at the people they pass and thinks to herself that it probably might have been wise of her to take a jacket out with her instead of staying in her brightly coloured orange t-shirt, showing off her bare arms. Unlike Terry who remains wearing the same denim skirt with a green and blue vest and t-shirt combination without being questioned wherever she goes. Yet somehow she isn't expecting to stay there in the city for long, so it doesn't matter what she wears for the time being.

Terry remains silent like she usually does while the Doctor babbles away, but she scans every building and every person they pass. When they have moved away from the pathways passing the river and headed more inland, Terry pulls out her handheld device and takes a quick scan of the city. It is only to her slight disappointment that there is no sign of any alien lifeforms. With a quiet sulky huff, she puts her handheld device back into her skirt pocket and it goes unnoticed.

Rose insists that they at least stop off at some bar or café they can find and just sit and watch history pass by in front of them. The Doctor does not object to the idea and they stop off at the first café they find. Rose and Terry takes a seat at one of the little metal round tables outside of the café as the Doctor goes inside to order them their drinks.

Rose settles down and admires their scene around them. It is quiet but not the eerily silent of the parallel London streets. It is a peaceful calm and enough to ease everyone's minds after the shock of hearing April's screams in her sleep. Going from the battle in Antarctica against the Nobody's to witnessing April's torture is not easy for anyone to deal with.

Moments later and the Doctor returns with three cups of tea and a rolled up newspaper tucked under his arm. He places the three tea mugs on the table and slumps down in the metal chair between Rose and Terry. Rose happily drinks her tea but Terry only looks at the Doctor as if he has just given her poison. The Doctor is fully aware of Terry's glare from the corner of his eye but then busies himself by unrolling the newspaper.

"I'd say that once we've explored Manchester, we're going to see the opening night of The Marriage of Figaro." The Doctor suggests as he flicks over the first page of the newspaper.

"You did promise me a Mozart opera." Rose says cheerfully as she clasps her mug in both her hands.

"I did, Rose Tyler, and I will not break that promise. I'm sure Terry will look forward to it."

Terry stares at the Doctor blankly. "Ecstatic."

Rose moves closer to the Doctor and looks at the old newspaper. It is strange to see the different little stories that are happening within the city, and although every single story is mainly about the process of the Industrial Revolution, it is still fascinating to read.

But a frown forms on the Doctor's face as he reads the date on the front page: October 1775. He then checks his watch.

"I make it 1774." He says, glancing up at a rather smug looking Terry.

"Nope." Terry replies, a smirk forming on her lips.

Rose looks from the Doctor to Terry. "Something the matter?"

The Doctor looks rather agitated that he did not fly at the exact date he wanted. "Manchester 1774. That was where I was trying to fly to. But we've landed a year later than I hoped."

"Well like you said the past of the Battle of the Cytracik has a fixed timeline. You cannot change what has already been done." Terry smirks proudly at the Doctor, enjoying him attempting and failing.

Rose knows that there is something between them she is not quite seeing but feels like she does not want to pry. The Doctor looks too paranoid about this outcome. "Well maybe you're not as perfect at steering the Tardis as you say you are." Rose jokes as she blows on her tea.

"I'm perfectly fine at steering my ship, thank you very much," the Doctor says before turning over to the next page of the newspaper. "I was planning us to be here for 1774, not 1775."

Rose shrugs. "What difference can a year make?"

Terry and the Doctor stare at each other for a moment. The Doctor then breaks away by clearing his throat and then turning his attention by reading through history in the newspaper.

It isn't till the last few pages of the newspaper when the Doctor stops to read a long article. On one side of the page is a black and white family portrait. Rose leans in closer to look at the painting. The family portrait consists of eight family members, what looks like two grandparents, two parents, possible siblings and four children. Two of the children look younger than nine whereas the other two children look more early teenagers. They all stare at the Doctor, Rose and Terry from out the paper apart from the young boy sitting cross legged on the floor in front. He has turned away from them to look at something over to his left. Only half his face is shown.

Somehow the family portrait seems rather morbid and eerie, and Rose knows that it seems a little off from the way the young boy at the front is looking in the other direction to the other family members. Rose then notices the troubled look on the Doctor's face.

"Trouble?" Rose asks with hope in her voice.

The Doctor frowns for a moment before pulling out his black glasses. "Not exactly trouble, just suspicion," The Doctor peers down at the printed words on the page. "Somehow all members of the Bellingham family suddenly died of tuberculosis apart from the father," He points to the old man standing proudly at the back of the family portrait. "And the two children." He points to the two children at the front of the portrait.

"What's the suspicion?" Rose asks.

"There has been no trace of their deaths and the bodies have gone missing."

"You don't suppose the father killed the children and is covering up the story about tuberculosis?" Rose suggests but the Doctor only shakes his head.

"I'm not sure. Neither the children nor the father has been seen for days nor does anyone seem to be answering their door."

Rose shifts in her seat as a smile creeps on her face. "I guess we'll be looking for their house?"

"Or how about speaking to the one who treated the tuberculosis patients." Terry says dully as she points to an article on the opposite side to the family portrait.

The Doctor and Rose follow Terry's finger to a small article advertising the famous and successful biologist and doctor in the city: Maxwell Hollerford.

There is a moment of silence before the Doctor falls back in his chair, his mouth slightly agape at the shock and realisation. Rose reads the article with a frown and Terry watches the Doctor.

"Oh my god," Rose gasps. "He's alive!"

"We've found April's long lost twin brother." Terry says quietly. "Looks like the Cytracik didn't kill him after all, but sent him back here."

"And that's why April has no memory of her twin brother." The Doctor mutters under his breath.

Rose snaps her head up. "Trouble?" She asks again.

The Doctor looks at Rose with his eyes. "Oh yeah." He replies and seconds later he picks up the newspaper and starts running down the street. Rose and Terry do not think twice before they start running down the street behind the Doctor, heading towards Maxwell Hollerford's residence.

They are finally to meet April's twin brother.