A/N – We're finally here and I'm so excited to write up Doomsday, ahhh! Everything changes here. The day of reckoning has arrived, and Rose has got a big job ahead of her. Knowing the future isn't easy. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this!
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About one week or so (it was hard to tell on the TARDIS) after Rose had returned after years of separation from The Doctor, she woke up with a feeling of dread she couldn't quite explain pooling in her stomach. Sitting up in bed, Rose squinted slightly in the dim light of the room, unable to explain the sensation that washed over her, and had torn her from her sleep.
She heard the TARDIS hum worriedly in the back of her mind, and Rose understood in an instant what was going on. The TARDIS was warning her that it was finally time, and with a somewhat sardonic smile, Rose couldn't help but feel that she finally understood what it meant to have someone walk over your grave, though this time, she supposed she was the one doing the walking.
"It's time, isn't it old girl?" Rose mused aloud, pressing her hand gently against the wall, and the TARDIS hummed in soft agreement. She could practically feel the waves of tension rolling from the ship, and she tried to hold back a grimace. Everything was riding on her to change the timeline, and she could only hope her idea would work out the way she'd wanted. She'd gone over it multiple times in her mind, trying to figure out everything she needed, and she felt like she had it down.
Pushing herself out of bed, Rose moved to her bathroom, stripping down before stepping into her shower, turning on the hot water. She stood there for a moment, letting the water run down her body and the steam fog up her vision, trying to wash away her rising anxiety. There was no question that this had once been the worst day of her life, but with some luck, it would become the best day, instead.
Once she was washed and dried, using her new hairdryer to ensure her hair was straight, Rose picked out an outfit, ensuring she topped it out with her TARDIS blue leather jacket. With its dimensionally transcendental pockets, she felt like it would become a staple of her wardrobe here on in, much like The Doctor's coat, she supposed.
Shaking her head with a smile, Rose bent down and picked up her rucksack from where it lay in the corner of her room. She only used it to pack up her close to give them to her mum, and her room wasn't exactly the cleanest it had ever been, so she'd never gotten around to putting most of her clothes away, and the clothes that DID need washing usually went straight into the rucksack.
Picking up some stray clothes, Rose stuffed them into the backpack, not paying too much attention to what she put in – it didn't matter, since Jackie wouldn't end up washing them anyway.
Once Rose was satisfied with how full the rucksack was, she picked up the bigger on the inside bag the TARDIS had given her, along with the letter to her mum that sat on her desk. Her expression softened as she pressed a soft kiss to the paper, slipping it into the bag, before she put the sling bag into the rucksack on top of her clothes.
Sealing it up, Rose hefted it over one of her shoulders, sucking in a deep breath to keep herself calm, and left her room, intending to go to the control room. It was time for The Doctor to take her home.
The TARDIS shortened the length of the trip, which she was grateful for, and didn't see fit to try to make her eat anything with a detour to the kitchen, either. Rose doubted she'd even be able to stomach anything today. Once this was all over, maybe then she'd be able to eat.
The Doctor was tinkering with something underneath the console as he so often did, though he seemed to perk up when he heard her approaching. He sat up on the grating and pulled off his 'brainy specs' in order to flash her a cheerful smile.
"Aha! There she is! Honestly, do you have any idea how long you slept? I swear, your sleeping cycle increases every single night, it's a miracle you haven't gone into hibernation yet."
"Shut up," Rose scoffed, setting her bag down on the ground, and The Doctor eyed it for a moment, before he seemed to understand. He pushed himself up, sliding the grating back to its proper place and gripped the strap of the rucksack, lifting it up to test its weight.
"How much washing do you even HAVE in here? Are you just trying to break your mum's washing machine? Let me tell you, If that goes bust, I'm not paying for another one." He set it back down on the ground, mockingly rubbing his arm as though it hurt just to lift the clothes up.
"You don't pay for anythin' anyway, but I'd like to see you try to get out of buying mum a new washer. I let you get away with being a cheapskate, she won't. Besides, I let it pile up so we don't have to go back to hers so often," Rose quipped back, grinning playfully. "I'm doing it for your benefit, y'know."
"That is honestly the most noble sacrifice you could ever make," The Doctor agreed solemnly, "If that's the case, then IF by some shocking miracle your mother's washing machine DOES break, I'll be sure to fix it before we go on our way to thank you."
"Aw, you're sweet," Rose teased with a giggle, and The Doctor smiled in response, flipping a few switches on the console.
"Right then! To the Powell Estate, July 2007!"
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Hopping lightly out of the TARDIS, Rose pulled her backpack over her shoulders with ease, shooting a grin at The Doctor as he followed her out, shutting the TARDIS doors behind them. Though she knew what lay ahead, her previous unease had melted into tentative confidence. The memories of the battle were still so vivid, she doubted she'd have any problems remembering what needed to be done or where she needed to go. She knew she needed to be in the sphere chamber when it opened to stop the Daleks from killing Mickey and (hopefully) Rajesh. She just needed to get the timing right.
She began to walk, and The Doctor was quick to follow, reaching for her hand without hesitation and shot her a grin which made her stomach twist with happiness.
"Mum, it's us! We're back!" Rose called out, opening up the door to the flat, broad smile already on her lips as Jackie rushed into the hallway from the living room.
"Oh, I don't know why you bother with that phone, you never use it!" Jackie huffed in fond exasperation, before she pulled Rose into a tight hug. "Oh, I love you!" Rose laughed in response, hugging her back tightly and trying to fight back the well of emotion that swelled within her. She'd be saying goodbye to Jackie soon, even though if it wasn't goodbye forever, it would still hurt.
"I love you too, mum!" She mumbled, but pulled back from the hug as The Doctor tried to slide past them both. Jackie wasn't having any of it, and let go of her daughter to grasp him, pulling him down for two big kisses, which caused Rose to let out a snort of amusement, seeing the look of disbelief and mild disgust on The Doctor's face. She slipped into the living room, looking around with a fond sense of nostalgia. Had it really been seven years since she'd last seen this flat?
The Doctor followed Rose into the room, grimacing as he wiped his hand over his mouth, looking every inch a pouting toddler, and she lightly elbowed him in the side.
"Could be worse," She pointed out lightly. "She could've slapped you one. She's just showin' you she likes you."
"I think I'd prefer the slap, to be honest," The Doctor mumbled in response, and Rose bit back a laugh, pressing her tongue to her teeth in her famous grin as she shrugged off her rucksack, prompting The Doctor to finally smile in response, before he moved over to a stack of magazines, choosing to flick through them to give Rose some time with her mother.
"I've got loads of washin' for you, mum," Rose confessed, dropping the bag down to the floor, before she reached into the pocket of her jacket, pulling out the bazoolium trinket. "Plus, I got ya this from some asteroid bazaar. It's called bazoolium. When it gets cold, yeah, It means it's gonna rain, but when it's hot, it'll mean it's gonna be sunny. You could use it to tell the weather!" Rose couldn't help but smile, lifting an eyebrow, though she knew what her mother's answer would be.
The Doctor, for his part, could only smile at Rose's excited explanation, his hearts swelling with pride, though he did tear his gaze from the magazines when Jackie announced she had a surprise for Rose, too. He caught Rose's eye, and was startled at the flicker of unease and worry he saw there, before she seemed to brush it aside.
"Guess who's coming to visit?" Jackie continued, clearly excited about the guest. "You're just in time, he'll be here at ten past! Who do you think it is?" She asked Rose, who folded her arms, uncomfortable.
"I dunno, mum, just tell me, yeah?" She sighed, lightly biting the inside of her cheek, and Jackie beamed at her in response.
"It's your Grandad Prentice. He's on his way, any minute now!" She informed her happily, before rushing off to make some tea. Rose swallowed thickly as The Doctor moved up beside her, and sucked in a slow breath, reaching up to lightly grip at the cuff of his suit jacket, causing his gaze to switch to her curiously.
"Doctor, my Grandad's dead," She told him quietly, and his eyes widened faintly at the implication. Either Jackie was losing it, or something much more serious was going on here. He nodded, setting his jaw, and followed Rose as she headed into the kitchen after her mother. "Mum, Grandad's dead," She tried to remind her softly, biting on her bottom lip. "You remember that, yeah? His heart gave out. How can he be here if he's gone?"
"Why don't you ask him yourself?" Jackie asked lightly, moving to check her watch. "Ten past, here he comes." She turned to the side, watching as a humanoid figure, featureless and dark, much like a shadow, seemed to emerge from thin air. It didn't do much other than stand there, but from the way Jackie was beaming it was as though her father was literally stood right by her.
The Doctor stared, slack-jawed at the sight, turning his gaze to Rose to see if she was seeing the same thing, only to be taken by surprise at her reaction. Instead of shock, he could only see anger. She was pale, staring at the ghost with what he could only describe as loathing in her eyes, lightly trembling with her hands curled into tight fists. It baffled him, but he couldn't dwell on it for too long – he needed to see if these ghosts were anywhere else. Turning, he grimaced, sprinting for the front door of the flat, shouting out behind him: "Rose, come on!"
Forcing herself to turn from the 'ghost' – Rose immediately followed after him, trying to calm the anger welling up through her veins. The Cybermen and the Daleks had taken everything from her, killed thousands of innocent people, and it made her sick to her stomach to think that they were fooling people into thinking their loved ones were back from the grave. The sooner they were back in the void, the better.
Sprinting out of the apartment complex, Rose quickly joined The Doctor as he stared around him in disbelief, seeing the ghosts milling around absently, with no-one even batting an eye.
"They're everywhere…" The Doctor mused quietly, turning with a jolt as Rose shouted out his name in a warning. One of the ghosts passed straight through him, causing an immediate sense of wrongness to pass through his body, along with a sensation of extreme cold. He shuddered as a natural response, shaking out his arms as both Rose and Jackie joined his side, staring out at the ghosts.
This was definitely wrong.
"They haven't got long," Jackie offered, clearly seeing nothing wrong with the situation, which was even MORE confusing to him. "Midday shift only lasts a couple of minutes. They're about to fade."
"What do you mean, shift?" He asked sharply, gesturing to the ghosts around him. "Since when did ghosts have shifts? Since when did shifts have ghosts? What's going on?" He demanded, fingers moving to run through his hair, and Jackie's answering smile was a little smug.
"Oh, he's not happy when I know more than him, is he?" She pointed out to Rose, but her daughter simply shot her a warning look in response, her lips pressed firmly together. The Doctor could tell these 'ghosts' were bothering her, but he'd have to ask why later. For now, he needed to get to the bottom of this.
"No one's running or screaming or freaking out or—"
"Why should we?" Jackie lifted her eyebrows slightly, bemused. "Here we go. Twelve minutes past." She turned, glancing briefly at her watch, and as if on cue, the ghosts began to fade, leaving nothing but more questions in their wake. It was time to get to the bottom of this.
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Chewing lightly on her thumbnail, Rose watched dispassionately as The Doctor, glasses perched on his nose, flicked through the TV channels all revolving around the ghosts, feeling the old anxiety she'd earlier felt twisting around in her gut. She'd felt confident to begin with, but knowing so much and not being able to DO anything was frustrating. She wanted to tell The Doctor everything, to get to Torchwood, to stop the Cybermen and send the Void ship back where it belonged, but she couldn't.
As Jackie began to explain when the ghosts had started to appear, Rose shook her head slightly, sharing a look with The Doctor who looked equally perturbed.
"Woke up one morning, and there they all were - ghosts, everywhere." Jackie was saying, gesturing around her with her hands. "We all ran round screaming and that, whole planet was panicking... no sign of YOU, thank you very much..." She sent a pointed look to The Doctor, who simply lifted an eyebrow in response. "Then it sort of sank in. Took us time to realise that... we're lucky."
"Mum, it's not grandad," Rose offered softly, moving her hand to touch Jackie's knee gently, trying to make her understand, but Jackie simply frowned at her. "I know you wanna believe it, but I really don't think it's 'im."
"What d'you mean?" Jackie argued faintly, biting down on the bottom of her lip lightly. "There's that smell, those old cigarettes. Can't you smell it?" She asked, and Rose shook her head, squeezing her knee lightly.
"No, I can't. There's nothin'."
"You've got to make an effort. You've got to WANT it, sweetheart." Jackie insisted, and Rose sighed, running her fingers lightly through her hair, trying to not get frustrated. This was like the most surreal sense of deja vu she'd ever experienced, and she turned to The Doctor once he finally started speaking again.
"The more you want it, the stronger it gets?" He guessed, and Rose could practically see the gears turning in his head as he tried to think up a cause and origin of these mysterious anomalies.
"Sort of, yeah." Jackie conceded, and Rose could sense the wariness in her voice.
"It's like a psychic link." The Doctor concluded, and Rose nodded once in agreement. "'Course you want your old dad to be alive, but you're wishing him into existence. The ghosts are using that to pull themselves in."
"Usin' your memories of your loved ones as a way to force themselves into reality," Rose muttered, and The Doctor's eyes flickered to her, noticing the disdain in her eyes. At least she seemed to grab just how bad this situation was, but then, she did pick up on things quite quickly. "It's twisted and it's not fair on everyone, thinkin' the people they love are coming back to life."
Jackie looked to her daughter and The Doctor in disbelief, hurt evident on her face. She didn't want to hear this, she just wanted to believe for once, why couldn't they just let her do that? "You're spoiling it. Both of you are."
"I'm sorry, Jackie, but there's no smell, there's no cigarettes. Just a memory." The Doctor tried to let her down as gently as he could. He could understand the human desire to see your lost loved ones again, but this whole situation was wrong. Nothing seemed to add up.
"But the ghosts, they're human! You can see them - they LOOK human!" Jackie pointed out, and Rose leaned back in her seat slightly, closing her eyes.
"Just because they might look human doesn't mean they are," She pointed out softly. "The Doctor's proof enough of that, mum. " She opened her eyes once more, seeing the frustrated look Jackie shot her along with the faint smirk playing onto The Doctor's lips, though he quickly sobered up.
"Exactly, Rose. They're pressing themselves into the surface of the world, but a footprint doesn't look like a boot." He pushed himself up onto his feet, whipping his specs off of his face and slipping them into his pocket. "The ghosts are obviously coming from somewhere, and if I can figure out where the power source is coming from, we can follow the trail and figure out just what they are. To do that, though, I'd need- OH! Brilliant!" He grinned, manic energy seeming to fill him up, and Rose pushed herself to stand too, smiling back at him brightly.
"Right then, go on, go do your thing, I'll try t'find out more about these ghosts the human way, yeah? I'll meet you at the TARDIS." She waved her hands at him dismissively, and he shot her a wink before immediately rushing to the living room door, only to pause briefly.
"Jackie, when's the next ghost shift?"
Glancing at the clock for a second, Jackie was quick to look back at The Doctor, frowning slightly. She wasn't sure what he was planning, but she felt as though whatever it was would only lead to them losing the ghosts, and honestly? She wasn't ready or prepared for that.
"Just over half an hour from now," She told him somewhat reluctantly, and he grinned again, glancing at the clock himself.
"Brilliant! That gives me plenty of time to whip something up!" He turned once more; full of his usual energy now he had something to focus on, and he exited the living room, the front door shutting just a few seconds later. Jackie let out a small scoff before she walked into the kitchen, intent on making another cup of tea to calm herself down, or so Rose could only guess – that was her mother's answer to everything.
Now that everyone else was out of the room, Rose inhaled deeply, trying to work the tension out of her shoulders. She didn't have much time to collect some things for her mother to take to the other universe, so she'd need to act fast. She moved quickly to her rucksack and opened it up, pulling out the sling bag she'd stuck at the top that morning. She slipped the bazoolium inside the smaller bag with a half-smile before heading for where her mother kept the family photo albums, in a shoebox on top of her wardrobe.
Standing on the balls of her feet, Rose reached up and took the box down, grinning triumphantly before she carried it to Jackie's bed and set it down. Opening it up, Rose lifted out the two leather bound books inside, running her fingers lightly over the worn material. It had tormented Jackie quite frequently in her previous timeline, not having these old memories to look back on, and Rose hugged the books to her chest, happy that she could at least give this to her mother.
Flipping open the book to a random page, Rose faltered when she came across a photo of herself, aged fifteen or so, hugging Jackie around the middle. They were both beaming at the camera, and Rose traced the image with her fingertip, feeling the beginnings of tears begin to build in her eyes. She'd keep this one.
Peeling back the cellophane keeping the picture in place, Rose pulled it out before she smoothed the cover back down, carefully tucking her new keepsake into her inner pocket.
"That's enough reminiscin', Rose," She tried to remind herself, closing the book with a sharp snap. "You've got a job to do, so y'better hop to it." She slipped the first album into her bag, following it up with the second. She pursed her lips as she looked at the rest of the contents of the box, knowing this was her mum's keepsake box. She loved everything in here, and sighing, Rose began to pull it all out of the box to put into the bag. Her baby book was there, some things belonging to her grandparents, some handmade cards from Rose herself, among other little items – just memories, really.
Once she was satisfied that she'd packed enough memories to keep her mother satisfied, Rose closed the bag and fastened it shut, slipping the strap over her shoulder and head comfortably. Well, that was stage one of her plan complete, at least.
She headed out of the bedroom, intending to go outside to help The Doctor, when she heard the sound of her mother bustling around in the kitchen. She hesitated, chancing a look at the door and biting her bottom lip. This could be her last chance to hug her mother before they were separated and there was just so much she wanted to say.
"Mum?" Rose stood in the doorway of the kitchen as Jackie poured some hot water from the kettle into a mug, swallowing back the emotions that threatened to overwhelm her. "You know I love you, yeah? I'm sorry I don't come round all that much now."
"Oh, what's brought all this on then?" Jackie turned to look at Rose suspiciously, narrowing her eyes. "Did he put you up to this? Is he gonna whisk you off for another year and you're tryin' to warn me in advance this time? I'll have somethin' to say about that, I'll tell ya right now." She scowled slightly, and Rose fought back a smile.
"No, I just wanted to tell ya," She insisted quietly, and Jackie softened when she both heard and saw the sincerity in her daughter words, setting down the kettle in order to bring Rose close in a hug, which she reciprocated immediately, clinging to her like she was just a little girl again. Sometimes it felt like she didn't even recognise the woman she'd become, but she couldn't deny she was proud. She didn't understand this mad life she led, but she loved her daughter, and that was enough.
"I love you too, sweetheart,"
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The easiest way to figure out just what the ghosts were was to find out just WHERE they were coming from. There had to be some kind of energy source or power which was granting them the ability to disappear and reappear on schedule. Luckily, The Doctor had an idea brewing in his mind, and he grinned to himself as he disappeared below the TARDIS console, needing to gather all of the items he'd need to try to catch a ghost.
Eventually he pulled out two conical objects, turning them over in his hands, before he jumped up and rushed out of the TARDIS with them in hand. He set them down on the grass, checking their distance from one another with a critical eye. Ah, he knew he had another one of them somewhere, not to mention he still needed something to plug them into the TARDIS.
He couldn't trap a ghost without her, after all.
He disappeared inside of his ship once more, jumping down below the console, digging around and frowning slightly. Bit of a mess, he should learn to tidy up a little mor- AHA! The Doctor grinned triumphantly, lifting up the final cone before he set it up on the grating above him. He searched for a little while longer, eventually pulling out a spool of wire and an object that looked almost like a backpack. He slipped it on, fiddling with the device connected to the bag. This could work – it was like a giant battery of sorts, which COULD help him give the trap a little extra boost of power.
This wasn't its original purpose, but with a bit of re-wiring…
The doors to the TARDIS opened up and The Doctor knew Rose was coming, smiling faintly at the sound of her voice as she walked over towards the console.
"According to the paper, they've elected a ghost as MP for Leeds." She sounded just as exasperated as he felt at that news, and he rolled his eyes slightly. "So, what're we gonna do about this?"
As the device in his hand powered up, he brightened, before looking up at Rose and rising out from below the console, deciding to try for something he was sure would make her laugh AND was genre appropriate for the moment. "Who're you gonna call?"
Rose's answering laugh was infectious, but she stayed true to form, shouting out after him like he knew she would. "Ghostbusters!"
"I ain't afraid of no ghosts." The Doctor added, kicking his leg for extra effect before he picked up the final cone and the wire and rushed for the doors of the TARDIS, Rose close behind. He ran to his set-up, setting the final cone down, checking their positions once more, eyebrows furrowed, before directing his next words at Jackie, who'd come to join them. "When's the next shift?"
Jackie looked down at her watch, frowning slightly. "Quarter to. But don't go causing trouble - What's that lot do?" She gestured to his (rather ingenius, really) trap, and The Doctor moved to pick up the various sections of wire he needed, beginning to plug them into the ports on the cones.
"Triangulates their point of origin." He informed her simply, and Rose tucked her hair behind her ear, obviously concerned. Rose had a very good sense of when something wasn't right, and he wasn't surprised she'd not taken this news of the ghosts well, but there was something else going on here - the way she'd looked when she'd seen the ghost had obviously been hatred. He'd never seen that look in her eyes before and it worried him.
"What d'you think they are then? If y'had to guess?" Rose asked quietly, and The Doctor shook his head slightly. He could worry about Rose once they'd figured out just what was going on.
"Not sure yet, it's hard to tell. What I DO know, is that this lot are transposing themselves over the whole planet like tracing paper. " He told her as he continued to plug the cones together, connecting them into one large circuit.
"You're always doing this, reducing it to science. Why can't it be real?" Jackie demanded, pursing her lips slightly, though The Doctor ignored her. "Just think of it, though... all the people we've lost - our families coming back home, don't you think it's beautiful?" She urged, her eyes wide with optimism, and The Doctor finally looked at her, his expression grim.
"I think it's horrific." He offered flatly, and Jackie's face fell. "Rose, give us a hand!" He unravelled the wire from its spool, needing it to reach all the way inside of the TARDIS, before he ran inside, Rose close on his heels. He plugged the wire into the alternate power port, speaking rapidly as Rose came up beside him, needing her to understand but not having much time to explain.
"As soon as it becomes activated, if that line goes into the red, press that button there. If it doesn't stop..." He held up his sonic screwdriver in front of her eyes, prompting her to go slightly cross-eyed as she stared at it. "Setting 15B, hold it against the port, eight seconds and stop."
Rose took the screwdriver from him, face full of determination. "15B, eight seconds. " She repeated, and The Doctor nodded.
"If it goes into the blue, activate the deep scan on the left." He told her, and Rose brightened slightly, flashing him a grin.
"Hang on a minute, I know this, It's that one." Rose pointed to the button in question, and he shot her a delighted smile, prompting her to giggle.
"Oooh, brilliant, you're getting better at this! Now, what've we got? Two minutes to go?" He looked back up at Jackie who had followed them into the TARDIS, and she nodded after checking her watch. The Doctor grinned, offering Rose a wink, before he sprinted back outside to begin to power up his trap.
Once The Doctor left, Rose kept her focus on the scanner, vividly aware of Jackie coming closer, watching her with an unreadable expression on her face. She knew where this inevitable conversation was going to go, and she was dreading it already. She watched the line turn red as the device activated and pressed the blue button The Doctor had pointed to before plunging the sonic into the correct port and hitting the button to activate it.
"What's the line doing?" The Doctor called from outside, and Rose pulled back the sonic after eight seconds, noting the line had finally stabilised.
"It's all right, it's holding!" She shouted back, trying not to wince as Jackie's voice piped up softly from behind her.
"You even look like him." Her mother mused quietly, and Rose forced herself to smile in response.
"S'pose I do, yeah." She conceded, and Jackie stepped closer, and Rose couldn't bear to look at her, to see the sadness in her eyes.
"You've changed so much."
"For the better." Rose pointed out immediately, her forced smile beginning to fade.
"I s'pose." Jackie whispered.
"No, mum, I have." Rose turned back to Jackie, her eyes begging her mother to understand. "Before I met The Doctor, I was just existing. I was this stupid teenager who never made anythin' of herself because she fell for someone who took advantage of her in the worst ways and after that I felt like I could never do anything right. I felt like nothin', I felt worthless, and that's not your fault, before you even start thinkin' that, but it's how I felt. Then I met The Doctor, mum, and I finally understood, I AM worth something, I'm not stupid or useless or anythin' like that, I can make a difference. I'm happy. Not just because I'm travelling, but because I feel worthy for the first time in my life. The Doctor didn't change me, not really, he just showed me who I could really be." Rose reached out, taking Jackie's hands, and her mum stared back at her, tears in her eyes.
"I'm just worried about you, Rose. What happens when I'm gone? You're just gonna keep travelling until you can't? Then what? He drops you off on Earth and you need to start a life all on your own?" Jackie shook her head slightly, and Rose smiled tiredly.
"I dunno what's in my future, mum, I've got no idea how it'll go. I just need to live in the moment, and do what makes me happy." She squeezed Jackie's hands, but before she could respond, The Doctor's voice came from outside, and Rose let go of Jackie to turn back to the scanner, blinking back tears.
"The scanner's working, it says delta one six!" Rose shouted, glad that her voice still sounded steady, and she watched on the screen in front of her as the ghost appeared in The Doctor's device, trapped by some field of electricity. Her expression hardened as she gazed at the ghost, her fingers gripping tightly to the console.
Not much longer now, everything was falling into place.