'Ward 26 . . . Please come' appeared on the Doctor's psychic paper.
"Someone wants to see me," the Doctor said. He tucked the psychic paper back in his pocket.
"Hmm! And I thought we were just sight-seeing," Rose said, "Come on then! Let's go and buy some grapes."
The Doctor bent down for Rose to climb on his back. He jumped and flapped his arms and flew away. Rose remembered to think about being weightless, but the Doctor was still grunting with the effort. It was a smooth ride after he leveled off and soared toward the city. The view was beautiful and the wind blew Rose's hair.
"Doctor, I've been practicing standing on the air. I've managed to do it a few more times, but can I try flying right now?"
The Doctor turned his head to look up at her with a smile. "All right. Spread your arms."
She spread her arms and thought about the feeling of standing on the air. She knew she could be one with the air. The Doctor slowly lowered himself away from her. Rose's face broke into a grin. She was flying! She was really flying! The Doctor rose up beside her and grinned at her. Both their grins faded when Rose started to fall. She tried to stop herself, but she was falling too fast. The Doctor curved up and around and dove toward her. He pinned his arms to his sides to fall faster. He spread his arms and shot forward, straight under Rose, catching her on his back. She wrapped her arms around his neck.
"That was good, Rose. I never got to do that."
The Doctor circled down toward the hospital.
The Doctor turned and leaned over the railing, staring out at the rows upon rows of green doors.
"How many patients are there?" Rose asked.
"They're not patients," the Doctor said, floating over the railing. He floated down and stared around at all the doors, almost in a trance.
"But they're sick," Rose said.
"They were born sick. They're meant to be sick. They exist to be sick," the Doctor said in disgust. He felt himself starting to lose his grip and pumped his arms to float back up. "Lab rats. No wonder the Sisters have got a cure for everything. They've built the ultimate research laboratory. A human farm."
"Why don't they just die?" Rose asked.
"Plague carriers. The last to go," he said as he grabbed the railing and swung his legs over.
The Doctor leaned toward Rose. "You've been looking. You like it," he teased with Cassandra's voice.
They both jumped as the diseased humans burst through the doors.
"What do we do? What would he do?" the Doctor asked frantically, tapping Rose, "The Doctor . . . he flies, I know he flies! How does he fly?"
Rose spun around and saw a ladder. "Ladder . . . . We've gotta get up."
The Doctor shoved Rose out of the way to get to the ladder first. "Out of
the way, Blondie!" He jumped in front of the ladder, obviously trying to fly.
Rose ran toward him as the diseased people approached like zombies. "It's too hard to fly straight up, just climb!" Rose urged.
The Doctor quickly climbed up and Rose followed.