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The next morning, Jack pounced on Rose as she was emerging from the bathroom (dressed only in a towel), humming to herself.

"Seriously Jack! Enough with the questions!" Rose cried, dodging past him and running down the hall to try and escape the Captain, making sure she held tightly onto her towel as she did so.

However he soon trapped her in her room and beggan assaulting her with even more brain teasers that he'd been working on all night.

"LIVED is to DEVIL as 6323 is to...?"

"3236," Rose sighed, disappearing into her huge wardrobe to choose her outfit for the day. Jack resisted the urge to follow and continued with his questions.

"Which one of these five is least like the other four? Horse, Kangaroo, Donkey, Cow, Deer?"

"Kangaroo," came the reply from in the depths of the wardrobe as the towel was thrown out. Now Jack really had to resist the urge to peep inside.

"HAND is to Glove as HEAD is to...?"

"Hat."

"If you rearrange the letters "NAMYERG," you would have the name of what? An ocean, a country, a state, a city or an animal?"

There was silence from inside the wardrobe for a moment and Jack wondered if Rose had heard the question. Suddenly her head appeared round the door.

"Green or blue?" she asked, holding up two different shirts.

"Erm...blue. Green doesn't really match you're hair...if you were a brunette then I'd say green, but your a blonde - no offence - so I'd say blue," Jack decided, then realised that Rose had changed the subject without him realising. "Oi! Whats the answer?"

"Huh? Oh right, its a country," Rose said as she disappeared again.

"How did you know that?" Jack asked curiously, taking a seat on her bed.

"Spells out Germany."

"Ah I see..."Jack muttered. "Ok, erm...oh this is a really tough one," he grinned, pulling out a scrap of paper from his pocket. "The European Space Agency received three messages in a strange language from a distant planet. The scientists studied the messages and found that "Necor Buldon Slock" means "Danger Rocket Explosion" and "Edwan Mynor Necor" means "Danger Spaceship Fire" and "Buldon Gimilzor Gondor" means "Bad Gas Explosion". What does "Slock" mean?"

Again there was silence and Jack took this to mean that either Rose was pondering over the answer, or she couldn't decide what shoes to wear.

"Rose?" he asked after at least five minutes, when he'd still received no answer. "Rose, you still in there?"

"The answer's rocket," Rose said from the doorway to her bedroom and Jack fell off her bed in fright.

"Where the bloody hell'd you come from!" he cried from his new position on the floor.

"Oh sorry. I forgot you were still out here. Went out the back way," Rose replied. "Couldn't find my other shoe and thought the Doctor might have seen it." She held up a single pink trainer to emphasise her point. "You haven't seen it have you?"

"Your wardrobe has a back door? How big is that thing?" Jack exclaimed.

"My shoe?" Rose reminded him and he folded his arms, looking up at her.

"Ok, so you can answer some of the hardest questions in the entire universe that not even the Doctor and me can work out, yet you can't find a bright pink shoe thats under your bed?" he asked incredulously, pulling the trainer out and throwing it at her.

"Thanks Jack!" Rose cried in delight, grabbing the shoe and diving back into her wardrobe. A minute or so later, she emerged wearing shoes that were completely different.

"Now these questions. Do you have many more, or are we done now? Only the Doctor says there's this planet with five suns and cows with five legs that I really wanna see."

"You wanna see cows with five legs?" Jack asked in amusement, completely forgetting that he was about to complain about the shoe incident.

"Nope. I just wanna get a tan. Its got five suns, Jack! That means I'll tan five times as quickly!"

"Women!" Jack sighed, picking himself up off the floor. He did have more questions, but he really couldn't be bothered anymore. Perhaps the Doctor was right. It was easier to admit defeat than try and catch Rose out. She was just too smart.