"Oh! Can you smell chips?"

The Doctor laughs, willing to put off that answer for a few more minutes. Would she want to come with him? He wouldn't be surprised if she ran home, terrified. Their first 'date' and he'd decided to take her five billion years into the future, to watch her planet get blown up.

He'd almost killed her.

Maybe she should run.

"Come on tightwad, chips are on me."

Hmm.

"Not bad. Not the best I've had, but not bad. Need a bit more salt, I think," the Doctor remarks.

"Can't beat the view though"

They'd ended up taking their chips over to a park by the Thames. It is cold and windy; Rose shivers through the thin material of her jumper.

The Doctor scowls before taking his beaten old jacket off and wrapping it around her shoulders.

"Really, don't know how you get around in that little human body of yours. They're so susceptible to the elements"

"And your superior Time Lord physiology isn't, am I to believe?"

She winces as she says this. Too soon to bring up his people?

"Not nearly as much, no"

"You look like me"

"How observant, Rose"

"No, but. You look like me. But you're different. How different?"

"Actually, you look like me"

She scoffs. "Doctor!"

"Same on the outside. Slightly different on the inside"

"What, two hearts?"

"Yep"

"Serious? Can I… can I feel?"

He rolls his eyes. "Inquisitive aren't we?"

She slides closer to him, biting her lip anxiously. Hands raised centimetres off his chest, she pauses.

He sighs in mock irritation, grabbing her hands and pressing them over his dual heartbeats.

"W-woah… they go pretty fast, don't they?"

The Doctor chokes and jumps back. Faster than usual, he thinks. But she'll never know. He holds out his hands to pull her to her feet.

"Right then, made your decision? Up for more?"

"Oh, how could I not?"

He breathes in relief, then wonders why. Shouldn't matter to him one way or the other, right? They walk back to the TARDIS in companionable silence.

The Doctor begins leisurely pressing some buttons on the console. Rose inspects the room closer. She thumbs the rough surface of a pillar.

"I like it… it's sorta', grand and old. Bit gothic, yeah? Hey, wait. There isn't more, is there?"

"Well, yeah. TARDIS is huge. I do live here, after all"

"So back through that corridor; there'd be bedrooms and the lot?"

"Among other things, yeah"

"Can I use your loo?"

He grins and looks up from the console. "Straight ahead, third on your left"

Rose smiles back and makes her way along the corridor. It's decorated much the same as the console room. She opens the third door revealing a cosy, ordinary bathroom. Not much bigger then the one at home, she thinks. There's a shower, a toilet, a small sink and a mirror.

She fiddles with her hair nervously, noting her makeup's wearing off a bit. She'll have to go home, after this trip, pack a bag. As she exits the room starts shaking, nearly knocking her to the side.

"We're moving!"

"Yep! Can you give us some help over here? Hold that button down, right there"

She moves to comply.

"Now, hold that one down!"

"I'm holding this one down!"

"Well, hold them both down!"

"It's not going to work!"

"Oi! I promised you a time machine and that's what you're getting. Now, you've seen the future - let's have a look at the past. 1860. How does 1860 sound?"

"What happened in 1860?"

"I don't know, let's find out. Hold on, here we go!"

The TARDIS screeches into the time vortex, throwing Rose and the Doctor to the floor as it lands.

"Blimey!"

"You're telling me! Are you alright?"

"You can go back and see days that are dead and gone and a hundred thousand sunsets ago... no wonder you never stay still..."

"Not a bad life" He grins. She understands.

"Better with two"

What's he done to deserve this? Couple of days ago it was just him, alone in the universe. And then this girl shows up, telling him 'you've got me' and 'better with two'! He can't help but agree.

They catch each other's eyes for a moment before Rose snaps them out of it, slapping his bum and racing for the door.

Did she just…? "Oi, oi, oi! Where do you think you're going?!

"1860!"

"Go out there dressed like that, you'll start a riot, Barbarella! There's a wardrobe through there. First left, second right, third on the left, go straight ahead, under the stairs, past the bins, it's the fifth door on your left. Hurry up!"

She rushes off to comply. First left, second right, third on the left, go straight ahead, under the stairs, past the bins, it's the fifth door on your left… blimey!

The wardrobe room is decorated the same as the console. It's several stories high and filled with every kind of clothing imaginable. So… Earth, Naples, 1860. Rose finds a tablet inscribed Earth, England, late 1800's and thumbs through the racks.

She chooses a long, purple flowery skirt with a black lace corset of sorts. She ties her long hair back and throws a velvet cape over her shoulders. Rose looks in the mirror, thinking how ridiculous she looks. He'll laugh. She'd best go get it over with.

The Doctor watches Rose walk off to the wardrobe room with a smile before crawling under the console to do some necessary (cough, cough) maintenance. He hears her footsteps and looks up.

"Blimey!" His gaze flickers up and down, surprised. He didn't know she could look like such a… woman. Her 21st century clothes really do her no justice.

"You look beautiful!"

Rose stops laughing and smiles hesitantly. She tries to decide whether he's taking the mick, but meeting his eye, finds he looks serious.

"Considering…" he hastily adds, "you're human"

"I think that's a compliment…"