Miriam, along with many of those who still remained on the rooftop, let out a startled scream as the great spaceship above let out a burst of exhaust. Her eyes widened as her gaze looked towards the giant alien ship still hovering above them. It wasn't until her breathing slowed that she realised she had instinctively latched onto Theo... no, Alastair. She quickly stepped away from him, though her hand remained firm in is grasp.

"Jackie," Miriam murmured under her breath and then looked in the direction of the stairwell. The exit was now congested with frightened people. While the people of Earth were no longer under control by the alien threat, the ominous spaceship still hung overhead, and people were hurrying to get as far away as possible. Her heart began to beat slightly louder.

"Muriel?" Alastair pulled on her hand and attempted to draw her attention back to him.

She whipped her head towards him. "What?" She studied him for a moment as though she'd completely forgotten he was there.

"I..." Alastair began.

Miriam interrupted whatever he'd planned on saying by pulling her hand from his, wiping it on her trousers. "I can't! I've got..." Miriam's words died slightly upon seeing the hurt expression on Alastair's face; however, her look of concern vanished upon hearing the spaceship overhead give a slight rumble. She glanced up at it for a moment and then looked back to him. "I've got to go..." She smiled sadly at him. She was about to hurry away when he grabbed onto her arm.

"Where..." He tried to ask, but she interrupted. "I've got to go. I've got to find the Doctor!"

He refused to let her go, despite her protest. "Are you hurt? Why do you need a doctor?" he asked with a look of concern that would have normally had her heart soring. However, at the moment, all she could think of was getting away. She yanked her arm away from him and began to back away. "No... Sorry! I've... I've got to go!" She ran.

Just before disappearing down the stairwell she caught a glimpse of Richard holding the young man back. Richard gave her a sad sort of nod that seemed to say, go on.

Miriam didn't hesitate.

Miriam carefully pushed through the crowds of people and then ran towards the Powell Estates. She had to find Jackie... find Rose... find the Doctor. So many thoughts whirled through her mind. What would happen when she got there? If the Doctor could send her home, would she have time to give the O'Connor family, this world's O'Connor family, a proper farewell? She'd seen something in Richard's eyes just before she'd entered the stairwell. There was sadness there. He was worried she wouldn't say goodbye. She suddenly felt slightly ill. They'd grieved when her counterpart died, they would no doubt grieve once more when she left. However, she also knew her world's O'Connor family would be missing her. Richard would be miserable, thinking it was somehow his fault. She had to give them a proper goodbye.

Her concerns were shoved aside when she was nearly knocked off her feet by the sound of another BOOM! She scrambled to keep her footing and looked up into the sky, expecting to see another great ship entering the atmosphere. Her eyes widened. The ship was gone! All the remained in the air were great billows of rock, dust, and smoke. Miriam crouched against one of the walls of the alleyway. She panted heavily as she watched the horrible sight. Had the Doctor done this? Where there had once been a monstrous rocky ship, was now great billows of dust particles and a foul odour reminiscent of burning sulphur. She pressed her back against the cold brick and tried to regulate her breathing. She watched in as the sky grew darker, moment by moment, as thick clouds of the burning ship blotted out what little sun that had been shining.

"ROSE!" Jackie's shrill voice cut through the sounds of the panicking neighbourhood.

Miriam steadied herself and then rushed towards Jackie's voice.

"NO! ROSE!" There was such anguish in Jackie's cry. Miriam knew there was something very very wrong. She rushed around the corner to see Mickey trying to pull Jackie away from where they stood with two other people.

"Jackie, come on." Mickey tried to get her to move towards the building. The smell in the air was becoming nauseating and while the bits of stone and dust hadn't started falling, it would eventually. "It's dangerous! Let's get inside," Mickey pleaded with her.

"She's up there!" Jackie cried pulling from Mickey. "No... she's up there!"

Miriam hurried towards them.

Upon seeing the younger woman, Jackie burst into another bout of tears. "My Rose and that Doctor!" She sank down onto the road, Mickey still trying to get her to follow him. Miriam quickly knelt and attempt to comfort the older woman. Jackie immediately grasped onto her. Mickey let go, but not without continuing his plea, "We've got to get out of here. Who knows what-"

"They're up there," Jackie cut him off as she buried her head into Miriam's neck. Miriam could feel the woman's tears soaking her collar. "They're up there," Jackie repeated, though it came out as more of a muffled rumble. "They... they were up there!"

Miriam looked up at Mickey. He nodded, his eyes dark and sorrowful. Her throat seised.

"They've got to be fine Jackie." Mickey tried to give both of the women hope. "I heard the Tardis. It was leaving."

Miriam let out a clenched sigh, her throat only slightly less constricted.

"He's the Doctor," Mickey continued in a more encouraging tone. "You should have seen him! He's the same man, definitely, well mostly, the same man."

Miriam could hear Jackie's sobs lessen and the woman rubbed her face onto Miriam's shirt in an attempt to wipe her tears. Under normal circumstances, Miriam would have been appalled, and she was sure Jackie would have been embarrassed; however, these were not normal circumstances. In fact, Miriam was beginning to wonder if there was such a thing as normal in this parallel universe.

"You just wait," Mickey seemed more sure of himself upon witnessing the effect his words had on the older woman. "It won't be long before the Tardis reappears. Rose once said that blue box is practically indestructible."

As Jackie seemed to be calming down, Miriam began to help her stand up. Mickey was right, It would be best if they got out of the street. She could already taste the dust in the air. The idea made her feel ill. That wasn't just dust... everyday earth dust. That was ash and bits of spaceship. A spaceship that had been full of people. She shivered and tried to hold her breath.

"Blue box," Jackie sniffled. "That... that police box," she mumbled.

Miriam was about to pull away to straighten her shirt when Jackie latched back onto her, her eyes wild once more. "You! You could find them! You could see!"

"What?" Miriam couldn't understand how she could do anything about it.

"You had that box. Where's your police box?" She looked around frantically. Upon realising they were on Bloxom Road, Jackie pulled away and disappeared around the corner.

Miriam watched in shock as Jackie took off.

"Jackie!" Mickey ran and soon disappeared around the corner, leaving Miriam standing alone.

Miriam was about to follow when she was startled by a voice behind her. "You!"

She turned to see an older woman attempting a dignified stride in her direction.

"Yes! Yes! You! If I might..." The woman stumbled upon meeting with the poorly surfaced pavement. "If I may... What did she mean? What was that she said?"

Miriam instinctively took a step backwards.

The woman drew out an identification badge and waived it in the air. "If I might introduce myself," she wavered awkwardly and then continued, "Harriet Jones, Prime Minister."

Miriam's eyes widened, and she attempted to read the moving identification badge; however, she didn't have a chance to read it before Harriet Jones, Prime Minister, pocketed it once more.

The inquisition immediately resumed. "Who are you? How do you know the Doctor?"

Instead of answering, Miriam's attention was drawn to the man behind the woman. He was speaking into his headset while looking in her direction. Upon realising Miriam was watching him, he turned away, causing Miriam to frown.

"Young woman!" Harriet Jones stepped into Miriam's line of vision.

Miriam was once again drawn to the older woman.

"You do speak English?" Harriet Jones studied Miriam as though something on the younger woman's face might be able to answer her inquiry.

Miriam blinked.

Upon not receiving an answer, Harriet Jones grasped onto Miriam's arms and spoke slowly, "How. Do. You. Know. The. Doctor."

Miriam shook her head as she finally found her voice. "Of course I do."

"Of course you know the Doctor?"

"Speak English," Miriam clarified.

"You speak English." Harriet sighed in relief and then asked eagerly, "Can you tell us? Can you tell us where the Doctor may have gone?"

It was then Miriam truly grasped what had occurred. This woman, this Harriet Jones Prime Minister, had blown up the ship, not knowing if the Doctor and Rose were safe. Before she even realised what she'd done, Miriam watched as Harriet Jones sank to the ground, knocked clean out with one powerful punch.

Miriam had picked up a thing or two from Thomas over the years.

Miriam caught up with Jackie and Mickey in the alleyway in front of the building that housed the Tyler flat. She froze upon seeing Jackie kneeling on the ground where her blue box had been. It was gone.

Mickey was the first to notice Miriam. He gave her a nod and then glanced down at Jackie. Miriam slowly approached Jackie.

Hearing the movement, Jackie lifted her head in the younger woman's direction. "It's gone."

Miriam nodded. She wasn't for sure what to say. Surely the Doctor wasn't dead? After all, the television program was still running in 2017. Could she at least mention that? Surely it would be okay. "I... I don't think the Doctor's dead."

This got Jackie's full attention.

"Back home," Miriam continued, "the program's still running. There's been new actors, new faces. New episodes."

"And my Rose? My Rose is with 'em?" Jackie asked with wide, hopeful eyes.

Miriam's heart clenched. "I... I don't know. I didn't really watch the program." Miriam felt bad as she saw Jackie's face fall. Think. Think. Think. She murmured to herself. Rose. Rose Tyler. Suddenly her eyes widened, and she smiled. "Oh... yes. I remember now!"

Jackie jumped to her feet and rushed to Miriam, grasping the young woman by the shoulders. "What! What's it?"

Miriam smiled. "I remember some special. I didn't know who she was then, but..." Miriam smiled brightly and explained, "She was in some shack with three men." She laughed. "John Hurt! Hah! John Hurt was there and that Doctor, that Barty Crouch Doctor too." Jackie released Miriam and watched the younger woman begin to pace.

"I don't know who the other bloke was," She shook her head absentmindedly. "I think he was the Doctor too." She then began to ramble excitedly. "Laura had some crush on him. That young Doctor." Miriam rolled her eyes. "I mean, he wore a bow-tie and a fez. Can you believe it! A fez of all things. I mean, he was rather cute but..." she looked up to her companions, "Who wears a fez?" She blushed when she realised they were looking at her oddly.

"So," Jackie asked eagerly, relieving Miriam of some of her embarrassment, "in your telly, my Rose is with the Doctor when he changes his next face?"

Miriam shrugged. "I guess so. She was in the episode."

Jackie's shoulders relaxed, and she wiped the tears from her face, smearing her makeup as she did so. She was silent for a moment, and then her brow narrowed. "Himself better bring 'er back sooner than a year, or I'm gonna slap him into his next face."

"So, wot we supposed to do now Doctor?" Rose turned to the Time Lord who was adjusting a pair of glasses on his face as he peered out on the icy landscape.

Rose frowned. "Since when do ya wear glasses?"

He turned to her and looked at her as though she'd asked why he'd wear shoes. "I've always worn glasses."

"No, ya haven't."

"Have to." He adjusted them on his face. "Had a pair of spectacles first time round." He drew a circle around his eye in emphasis. "Nasty case of myopia if you'll believe it."

"You're kiddin' me." Rose laughed. "The high and mighty Time Lord with less than perfect vision."

"I'll have you know Rose Tyler that while Time Lords are superior in almost every way, we're not Gods."

"Yeah, you've..."

"But you know," the Doctor continued, "I'm worshipped as a deity of some sort on 43 planets, well, 42 now." He frowned at that thought. "My almightiness was revoked when the priestess of Cryptoria realised I'd soniced the gems on the Cryptorian Cube of Rubies."

"So you like pulled the stickers off some ancient Rubik's cube or something?" Rose laughed.

"Of course," He grinned proudly, "Who doesn't. So much more fun that way."

Rose rolled her eyes.

"So what do you think?" The Doctor waggled his eyebrows and adjusted his tortoiseshell glasses. "Foxy eh?"

"You wish!" Rose flirted.

"Deny it all you can." He turned towards the Tardis' windows and examined himself in the mirror. "I look rather clever I think." He nodded to himself in the reflection and gave himself a wink.

Rose chuckled. "You're so different."

"More fun? Better looking?" He turned to her. "Really what do you think? Haven't gotten a real proper look myself." He looked at her eagerly.

Rose blushed. "Well, you look... you look... Well, you look silly in those." She nodded to the pyjamas he was wearing.

The Doctor looked down at himself and nodded. "Right! Nearly forgot!" He nodded towards where the mammoth were parading in the distance. "Not quite the right look for 32,006 B.C. and it could get a bit nippy." He nodded to her. "Well not so much for me... Time Lord biology and all that." He then tapped the glasses on his face. "I think I'll keep these though. That friend of your mothers won't miss them. They aren't even prescription!" He peered off into the distance once more. "But they're rather good for the concentration. Really keeps things in focus."

Rose was unable to hold back a laugh. The Doctor just grinned at her, shot across the console room, and then disappeared down a hallway, no doubt to the wardrobe.

Rose smiled fondly at the Doctor's playful behaviour, but it faltered slightly when a bit of steam released from near the base of the time rotor. She really hoped the Doctor had a plan... or at least a vague idea as to what they could do. Rose turned back towards the icy landscape and shivered. While the protective barrier around the ship kept her from freezing, she couldn't help the chill that shivered up her spine. Perhaps a thicker coat would be in order. She grinned to herself. Perhaps something with fur, lots of soft fur.

"Doctor?" Rose called out as she entered the wardrobe. She was curious what sort of outfit this Doctor might try. She blushed at the idea of him in a pair of tight jeans. He was rather slim; however, even in his baggy pyjamas, it was clear he had a nice bum. Trainers. He'd definitely wear trainers. She grinned. Maybe a t-shirt with some sort of band. He'd tell her it was from some band he saw or perhaps even played in. And a jacket of sort, maybe even a blazer. A blazer with jeans and trainers. Yeah, she could see that. "Doctor?" She called out again when she didn't receive an answer.

Just as she reached the stairs, his head poked out between a rack of clothes. "Up here!"

Rose couldn't help but laugh when she saw him. "Really?"

The Doctor grinned and lifted the large cowboy hat he was wearing on his head. "Howdy ma'am!" He said in an old western drawl. He gave her another bright grin and then promptly tossed the hat off the balcony before disappearing behind the rack of clothing once more. Rose was impressed when it actually landed on top of a dummy a floor below.

Moments later the Doctor appeared at the top of the spiral staircase. "So what do you think?" He held out his arms, clearly pleased with his new look.

Rose was actually surprised. She hadn't expected a suit. A tie. A suit with a tie. The corner of her lips twitched. Despite the fact she'd have never imagined the Doctor in a suit, he looked really fit. She blushed when he spun around. While they weren't jeans, his trousers were snug.

"Well?" He was waiting for her response.

"You look nice. Yeah." She blushed, hoping he couldn't read her thoughts on her face. That's when she noticed them. She'd at least gotten one thing right. "You're wearing trainers."

The Doctor grinned. "Nice aren't they. Great for running." He ran in place and then tossed what looked like a brown jacket over his shoulder before mounting the railing and sliding down the spiral bannister.

Rose grinned. That was certainly not something her old Doctor would have done. Her smile faltered at that thought, and her throat tightened. She'd miss the leather jacket. She'd miss his jumpers. Realising where her thoughts were headed, Rose gave herself a shake and forced a smile back on her face. The leather jacket and jumpers might be gone; however, the man sliding down the bannister was the same man. After the Sycorax ship, she had no doubt about it. This reminder allowed her smile to relax and she let out a long breath. "Fur coat," she reminded herself, and she hurried forward, meeting the Doctor just at the base of the stair. As she approached, he grinned at her and shook the coat out that he'd carried over his shoulder.

"Nice," she nodded to the coat.

He looked pleased. "Got it from Janis Joplin back in 1971." He smoothed down the lapels with affection.

"Janis Joplin give you any more of those? Maybe one with fur?" She joked, though it was possible.

"Just the one, but I'm sure you'll find something up there!" He nodded to the second floor. "On the right."

Rose grinned and hurried up to get something a bit warmer. She had plenty of jackets in her room on the Tardis; however, nothing suitable for winter in 32,006 B.C. Perhaps she'd find some boots as well.

When Rose returned from the wardrobe, the Doctor was in the console room hanging over an opening in the floor. She watched as he used his sonic to poke around in a metal box. Every once in awhile a few sparks shot out; however, nothing too alarming, especially after what they'd just been through. "So what do you think? Will we be able to get back soon?"

"She'll need to be refuelled." He told her as he fused two wires together.

"So we'll go to Cardiff then?" Rose asked.

"Nope." He fused another set of wires together before jumping up and turning to her. The rift in Cardiff doesn't become active until 852 during the Viking occupation. The nearest rift is in Egypt, at the centre of what will one day be Wadi Halfa."

"So we'll go to Egypt."

The Doctor glanced away from her, running a hand through his hair. "Eventually."

"What do you mean eventually?" Rose questioned. She didn't like the sound of that.

"Well... The time rotor's been damaged." He swung around to face her, stretching his neck as he did so. "I'll need to repair some of the wiring, but mainly she'll need to do a bit of recovery on her own before I'd chance any travelling."

"How long?" Rose questioned. "How long until she'll be ready?"

"Don't know."

"You don't know? That's a first." Rose smirked.

"I'll have you know Rose Tyler that I don't know everything."

She laughed, "Now that's not..."

"Mostly everything. Very nearly," the Doctor clarified.

"So, what we gonna' do then? While we're waiting?" Rose asked, a grin spreading across her face. While she wasn't fond of the cold, she'd never been this far into the past. Would they see any dinosaurs?

The Doctor strode over to the door and pushed it open. "Fancy a stroll Rose Tyler?" He held out his elbow to her.

"Love one."