"So what do you think?" Rose asked the Doctor as she entered the console room. The Doctor was reading a book and looked up.
Rose gave a little twirl in her 18th century French dress. It was a tint of blue. It suited her perfectly.
"Fantastic. You are going to love mingling with all the aristocrats." The Doctor said. Rose smiled but he noticed the awkwardness in her smile.
She was still not used to the Doctor regenerating. She had trusted his old self, and relied on him. Now she had to start that over again with a new person.
The Doctor smiled to himself. It was amazing how quickly she had adapted to the situation. She was still awkward at times, didn't think much of what had happened.
"So why are we going to the beginning of the French Revolution?" Rose asked.
"Mainly because I have not visited it for a while, and your history is terrible. Hopefully this time will not be life threatening. You wouldn't believe the trouble Ian got into." The Doctor said while occasionally glancing back at his book.
Rose rolled her eyes. Since he had changed, he had been mentioning a lot of different names to her. She had assumed these people originally travelled with him, but at times he called Rose by different names. Peri, Tegan, Sam and Ace were the main ones but she assumed it was a side effect of the changing.
The console was still moving. They had not long set off from Barcelona, where the Doctor had promised he would take her. It was quite a nice place except she could not enjoy it as much as she could have after she had lost both Jack and he Doctor she had known.
"Aren't you going to get changed?" She said and looked him up and down. He was still wearing his long leather coat which she desperately wanted him to change. It reminded her too much of the old Doctor.
"What, Sam?" The Doctor glanced up from his book. He hadn't listened to a word but Rose was still worried about his state of mind.
"It's Rose. I'm worried about you. You keep calling me by different names. You've called me Sam, Ace and Peri and even Jamie once. Who were these people and what happened to them?" Rose asked and sat down by the Doctor. She took the book from his hand and closed it. It was a Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens. She smiled as her memory brought her back to Cardiff 1869, where she had met Charles Dickens.
"They were my previous companions who decided to leave me or were forced to leave me. I do not know for sure why Peri left me and Jamie was forced to leave by my people and had his memory erased. It does not matter. None of them will recognise me now anyway," the Doctor said and the console had stopped moving. They had arrived. Rose took a deep breathe of frustration. Why was he always so mysterious?
"You will tell me about them some time, will you? I'd like to know more about you." Rose said. The Doctor looked at Rose and smiled.
"Of course I will," he said, when he had no intention of revealing everything, such as the fact she had died already, "I will just go and change." He got up and walked out of the console room.
Rose put the book down and got up. She looked at the console and read 'April 1789, Palace of Versailles'. Great, she thought, another adventure.
She was pretty sure that somewhere they would be in trouble. It follows them around like a dog. Rose thought back to all their adventures. With an exception of one or two, somewhere along the line something had gone terribly wrong. She counted them off with her fingers, The Autons, Cassandra, The Gelth, The Slitheen, The Jagafrez, not to mention the metallic dinosaurs 28,000 years ago, the army fleet of the Daleks and the Time Reapers. If only she had been given a million pounds for each time something terrible came up then she would never have to work again. Thinking about it, she never does have to work again if she stays with the Doctor.
The Doctor had arrived back. Rose burst out laughing. He was wearing a suit which did not suit him at all. It was red, with frills, and he claimed his third self wore it often and it suited the times.
"Yeah right, whatever" Rose said through her giggles. This had made her day.
"What is wrong with it?" The Doctor asked, looking offended that his companion had laughed at his fashion sense.
"It's too tight and you look ridiculous. Go change again. If only Jack was here to see this." Rose said and the Doctor stormed off. She felt a little saddened when thinking about Jack. She liked Jack more than she had liked travelling with Adam. Jack made the travelling a hundred times better, as they were all on the same wavelength.
The Doctor had returned. He looked much better in this dress which he claimed his eighth self wore. It was a long velvet green cloak and suited him more than the red one anyway.
"Are we ready?" The Doctor asked.
"Is there anything I should know before we leave?" Rose asked.
"None, Madame Tyler." The Doctor said and saw Rose blush. He held out his arm.
"Then take me to the ball, Monsieur" She locked her arm under his and opened the TARDIS door.
It was night.
There was a corpse in front of them with a dozen stab wounds.
Blood was oozing onto the floor.
People came running towards them.
"This is so unfair, we haven't even had a chance to do anything yet!" Rose said.