"And giving a shove, Wolf Girl moved James out of the way just before the death shot could hit him. She dropped, and James panicked. Running to her side, he cradled her head in his lap before getting to his knees and, …." The Doctor stopped his reading out loud, a frown coming over his face. "Not sure what's worse, that he made it almost sound like there was a romance between the two of you, or that he went on to romance our daughter."
Rose laughed from where she rested with her head in his lap, the Doctor's wool jacket spread out beneath her as they lounged with the ponds on a rock in Central Park.
Not far from the fifth avenue entrance, it was always a favorite spot of Rose's. Even if the Park itself sometimes reminded her of facing down Daleks, and that there was once a whole city within its confines, the magic of it was what always got Rose. All of New York seemed to disappear once inside, like she was transported to another world with only the tops of the sky liners as proof they hadn't moved.
"Romance? Is that what the Time Lords call shagging?" Amy teased, craning her head toward the Doctor though not able to face him properly. She rested her back against his while she read the paper. Rory was off to the side enjoying the last bit of their breakfast picnic, stretching out in a similar fashion as Rose, though without his spouse as a pillow.
"Not funny, Pond. Just you wait until Melody starts … dancing." The Doctor bit out like the word tasted awful.
"And it's quite likely that won't happen while she's with us, so we're just gonna blame you." Rory quipped back before popping a grape in his mouth.
"'S fiction," Rose chuckled. "He wanted a way to remember the year that never was, and he fictionalized it. Can't blame 'im for gettin' it all down. And with no one remembering, it does make for a good story."
"Who's book is this again?" Amy asked as she flicked the newspaper in her hand to turn the page.
"Tim's." The Doctor said with begrudging pride. "He's a best seller, now. Debut novel. Legend of the Wolf Girl. Main character's quite sexy, but her partner's a prat."
"You didn't do anything with Tim in the past, right? 'Cause that's a bit weird." Amy asked Rose.
"Tim's like a brother to me." Rose grimaced.
"Which means it's like he's the creepy Uncle at family reunions hitting on all the young girls." The Doctor grumbled.
"Jenny's older than him by a long shot." Rose reminded.
"It's weird that your daughter and one of your best friends are dating, just saying." Rory said, pausing before putting another grape in his mouth. "Wait, you know River, which means you know the boys Melody dates. So who, exactly, do I need to start threatening now?" Rory sat up, leaning forward enough to see Rose and the Doctor.
"No one." Rose said quickly. "No one it would bother, anyway." She added on a mumble, hoping Rory wouldn't catch it. If he did, he didn't push, though there was a slight crease between his eyes.
"So are you three gonna hush up and let me read the paper?" Amy asked with a touch of frustration. "You can read to your wife in your mind, for crying out loud."
"But there's something to be said for vocalization. Besides, looks weird to passerbys. And speaking of weird," The Doctor shifted, leaning around to look at Amy. "Something's different."
"What do you mean?" Amy asked.
"About you, something's different about you. Can't put my finger on it."
"Doctor," Rose warned. "Let it go."
He shot her a quick, annoyed glance before returning his gaze to Amy.
Rose knew what it was, had noticed it over the last year they lived on the same street with just a house between them: the Ponds were aging.
It was easy to forget, sometimes. They spread their visits with Mickey and Martha, Sarah Jane and Luke, and Donna and her family so far apart that years or nearly a decade could pass before they'd go back to see them. In their proper schedule, Martha was only just pregnant with their daughter, Luke had only just started college, Donna still hadn't even considered child number two. But they saw the Ponds frequently, having to return with Melody so the could experience her growing at roughly the level she should be. It was quicker than they had grown accustom to when it came to companions.
"I wear reading glasses, now." Amy said calmly, trying to make it seem like this didn't bother her, though it was clear it did.
"I don't like them," The Doctor said as he inspected them. "They make your eyes look all liney."
Rose whipped her head around, chastising him with his proper name through their bond. He looked at her with a frown, not understanding.
"Okay!" Rory said, standing abruptly. "I'm going to go and get us some more coffee. Who wants more coffee? Me, I do, I'll go." He rambled raising his hand to volunteer for the mission he decided needed to happen. He then went to move off the rock.
"Rory," Amy warned calmly, halting him. "Do I have noticeable lines on my eyes now?"
"No," Rory said instantly.
"You didn't look." Amy said, the warning increasing.
"I noticed them earlier. Didn't notice them, I specifically remember not noticing them." He said in a panic.
"Specifically remember not noticing anything else?" Amy asked. "Not gonna spot a gray hair in the mirror next?"
"You're still gorgeous, Amy." Rose said, hoping to give Rory the out. "You stare at screens all day, bound to have an effect, yeah? Barely look thirty, you do."
"Thank you." Amy said with a proud nod, turning back to her paper.
"Sorry," Rory said as he came back toward her, kneeling down and turning her head. "I promise not to notice more things and not tell you."
"Fine." Amy said, leaning over and giving him a peck on the lips. "Now get us some coffee, would ya?"
"Yes, ma'am." Rory saluted as he stood, heading to the slope leading to the rock.
"Ya know, been a few centuries in this body. Mind if I have a go?" The Doctor asked, reaching behind him.
Amy took off her round framed glasses and handed them to him.
The Doctor put them on, smiling wide as he looked to the page. "Actually, that is much better." He mused.
"Why don't you need glasses, there, grandma?" Amy teased, looked down at Rose. "You're, what, couple hundred years old now. Think by now you're need thick ol' pair of bifocals."
"Rose's cells regenerate nearly constantly, sorta like Melody's. Means any damage that does start to happen to Rose's eyes are cleared up before she notices. Nearly two-hundred thirty and she still looks like she's in her twenties. She looks younger than …." He stopped, the growing smile on his face deflating.
"Younger than what?" Amy questioned, obviously already knowing what he was going to say.
"Her mother." The Doctor said quickly. "When I first met her."
"Terrible recovery," Rose teased.
"I panicked." The Doctor admitted.
"Alright, well, might as well keep telling us the story. What happened with James and Wolf Girl next?" Amy asked as she shifted a bit like she was trying to get more comfortable. It must look strange to an outsider: a young looking man wearing Harry Potter glasses and reading a sci-fi aloud to two women. One with her head resting in his lap, the other with her head tilted to rest on her shoulder. Suppose they'd been talking about their odd arrangement at raising Melody, that would get some heads turning. Rose chuckled at the thought but said nothing as the Doctor continued with reading.
She wasn't sure how much time had passed, but Rose knew by the end of the second chapter that it was taking far too long for Rory to come back.
Amy took out her cell, checked something, then sighed.
"Even if he went a few blocks over, he shoulda been back by now."
"Could go look for him." Rose said. "Where'd he go?"
"Just back the way we came, coffee cart near 7th avenue." Amy read off her screen. "May as well meet him along the way." She got up quick, hopped off the rock, and moved along the walking path.
"She just leave us with the tidying?" Rose asked, and the Doctor laughed as she sat up.
He laced his fingers in her hair and held her still a moment to plant a sweet kiss on her lips. "Someone has to make up for Melody's absence. And since Amy is technically younger."
"Yeah." Rose said, reaching behind him and gathering the few things they still had strewn about from their make-shift picnic.
The Doctor grabbed his jacket and put it on, looking about the park with a wrinkle to his brow, lips in a tight line.
"What's a matter?" She asked, sensing him closing off.
"Something's off." He said. "Can sense it, taste it. It's eerily familiar in a way I don't like, but I can't place why."
"More reason to go find him, yeah?" She asked as she stood up, small basket in hand.
"Yes." He agreed.
The Doctor got off the rock first, his lack of grace hardly noticeable as he partly stumbled and flailed but made it look on purpose. He then reached up and helped Rose down, gripping her hand tightly as they headed in the direction Amy took off in.
The park was terribly quiet under the trees, moving under the roadways. Rose couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching them. Neither could the Doctor, it seemed, because the tiny bit he did open their bond to had his discomfort mingle with hers. They came up to a fork, in the path with no sign of Amy or Rory anywhere around them.
"We split up, bond open. You see anything, you feel anything totally off, tell me instantly." He said.
Rose looked at his youthful face, seeing his real age start to show in the lines by his ancient eyes. His hearts were thrumming, the rate increasing, felt in the connection of his palm against hers.
Rose got up on her toes and kissed him soundly. "Same." She said. "Got that, Shiver?"
He smirked. "Haven't used that name in centuries, Shake." He quipped.
"Feel the need to lighten the mood." She admitted, giving him one more quick peck before stepping back. "See ya soon." She promised, turning and following the path.
She still felt watched, maybe more intensely this time around. Pausing, she swore she heard a shuffle in the bushes. She whipped her head around. A squirrel maybe? Climbing up the statue obscured by trees. She took a step, moving on, and then she spotted something that made he pause all over again.
A paper coffee tray, four take away cups with assorted sugars and creams, laying on the ground as though someone dropped it out of surprise.
Frantically, Rose sent the image before her as well as the stone she saw through the trees to the Doctor as she whipped around.
She came face to face with the stone finger of a Weeping Angel. She gasped, dropping the basket, trying not to blink or shut her eyes like she desperately wanted to.
Panting, chest heaving, sun in her eyes, she squinted but forced her eyes to stay open.
"Not gonna be able to hold out." She told him. "Got me in a right, tough spot."
"Reach for me, let me see where you, when you are." The Doctor shouted back, and she could sense he was trying to run toward her. "Find the Ponds."
"Will do." She said just before the strength in her eyelids gave out.
The world spun, but it not quite as badly as she remembered. Rose gripped her head, seeking out her bond with the Doctor through her headache. He was still near, same time it felt like, just a physical distance away.
She looked around her, seeing dinge and filth, dust layers so thick there were foot prints and scuffle marks left in it as if it were sand in the desert. Something was familiar, something nagging at her from the back of her mind. She knew where she was, she just couldn't put her finger on why she knew that.
Just as she was climbing to her feet, a shadow fell over her, and something smacked her upside the head.
And everything went dark.
~DWDWDW~
She was still somewhere in New York, 2022, he could feel her. Their bond wasn't stretched, pulled, or weakened with the distance of time. Rose was still in somewhere in the city despite having faced down an Angel, and not talking. His feet still retraced their steps to where she would have gone, and stopped abruptly when he saw the picnic basket on the grown beside a paper tray of takeaway coffees.
Whipping out his sonic, the Doctor moved about, trying to look everywhere at once in search of the angel that took his friends and wife. He listened to the sonic, trying to get a read on where the vile creature was.
"Hello, Dad." He jumped at the sound of River's voice, and turned to see her walking toward him.
"Don't move, there's an …."
"Angel? Think I haven't heard this story before?" She asked as she put her hands in her short trench coat. She looked around them, at the trees, the glimpses of park, never seeming too worried about the danger looming. "I've come to help."
"Why?" He asked. "If you heard the story…."
"It's like when I was told about Demon's run, the Pandorica, I was told I was there but not the details. Except, no one told me the River was actually me. I was told vague details, that there was a great adventure and it involved my proper parents as well as you two. Jack … he knew not to say anything even as I got older and understood that I was supposed to be there."
The Doctor lowered his sonic, moving to River, studying her sad eyes. "How old are you now, Melody?"
"A hundred something." She said. "If I'm not mistaken, this is the oldest you've ever seen me."
"Jen?"
"With her family." She said with a shrug. "Finally stopped the nonsense of jumping around Tim's time line. May even stop jumping so far back into yours."
"And how did you get here?" He asked, still keeping an ear toward the sonic and eyes peeled for movement in the corner of his eye.
River lifted her wrist. "Always wondered how I came across this, Jack's manipulator, and how I somehow had a version of it even when he still had his own. He traveled back, bloody head on a robot body, and gave it to me. He himself is constructed with the technology built in."
He nodded, noting the sonic turned up no strange or temporal readings.
Putting the sonic away, the Doctor looked around them once more before reaching out and gently gripping River's shoulders.
"Why would an Angel take them, but not send them back in time? Why would it only displace them?"
"Weakness," River replied, knowing the answer as much as he did. "The Angel is weak, and can't do the damage it needs to. But how does an Angel build up power again?"
The Doctor considered it. Displacement seemed the likely answer, but he always assumed when left dormant and without feeding, the Angel would simply turn to stone permanently.
He pondered deeply, not realizing that the sonic was beeping at him madly until after he heard River gasp, and disappear from his grip.
The Doctor wanted to blink, but he didn't, keeping his eyes focused on the Angel in front of him. It had seen far better days, he could tell. It was chipped and scratched, worn and as if one wrong shift in quantum lock would cause it to fall apart.
"So weak, poor baby." He tensed at the sound of Her voice but refused to look away from the angel. Cuffs were clamped down on it's wrists, long chains leading to something behind it, pulled taught.
Taking a step back out of it's reach, the Doctor blinked.
The Angel didn't move.
"They say they're shamed Time Lords, forced to hide their faces in shame for opposing the highest authorities. You should be one of them, Doctor." Miss Smith came around from behind the Angel, a satisfied smile on her face.
She looked different than all the other times he'd seen her, appearing nearly innocent. Her dark hair was pulled back, and she wore a yellow sun dress with a pattern of pink roses. She was strikingly like her sister, yet where Cass had been determined, brave, this one was malicious and cruel.
"Where are they?" He asked through gritted teeth. "Amy, Rory, Rose, River, where are they?"
"Oooh, did I hit a nerve finally?" She taunted. "Been trying to do that for years, always just missing my mark. Thought it would be easier when I spotted little Amelia through the hole in the prison where Prisoner Zero escaped. But out here, where we just look like a pair of lunatics talking around a chained statue, probably not the best place to explain."
"Have somewhere in mind?" He asked her, sensing something or someone coming up behind him.
"Of course." She smiled just before something struck the Doctor on the head.
~DWDWDW~
Rose woke up with a pain on the back of her head. Not death, she knew there would be a difference. She gingerly reached up, touched the back, and found the expected bruise. Wincing, she looked about the room she was in. Small, no windows, one door.
A prison, essentially.
Another groan, and Rose looked down to her left, seeing River stirring as well.
"How did you get here?" She asked the curly-haired woman, shifting to help her sit up.
"Same way you did, Mum." She replied, rubbing at the back of her head. "Touched by an Angel, then smacked by a club." Rose looked her over on instinct, and River laughed. "Bit too old for that now."
"Hush," Rose smirked. "Don't see any blood, just a knock out."
"Tougher than I look, remember?" She got to her feet, and Rose did the same. "Can you reach the Doctor?" She asked as she did the same cursory glance around the room Rose had.
She tried to reach him through their bond, but Rose found the Doctor not closed off so much as dormant. She could count on one hand the amount of times this sort of reaction came from sleep, so she was positive she knew what happened to him.
"He's been knocked out." She said confidently. "Might be on our own for a but." She brushed her hair back as she made to reach into her jacket pockets only to find she didn't have one. "That was my favorite one." She grumbled to herself.
"Looking for your sonic?" River asked her, and Rose nodded. River reached down her shirt, in what looked like her cleavage, and pulled out the sonic pen the Doctor had given her in her last body.
"Where were you keeping that?" Rose asked with a tongue touched grin. "Or do I not want to know what you and Jack have been up to?"
"Had a pocket sewn in the wide band of my bra," River smirked, eyes twinkling with pride. "And I may have made it bigger on the inside."
"What else you keeping in there?" Rose asked as she took the sonic from her foster daughter's grasp.
River used both hands this time, rummaging and struggling until she pulled out a small gun. "Compact laser deluxe." She said, caressing the gun lovingly. "Jack hides it in a few more unusual places, but it's a perfect fit for where I keep it."
"Right, so, sonic pen, a compact gun, got all we need for an escape, yeah? Can go find your parents. Bound to be around here somewhere. I was going after your father and then your mother before I was taken."
"I was talking to the Doctor. We were wondering what would cause an Angel to regain strength." She said as the pair of them headed for the door.
Rose moved through the settings on the unfamiliar pen, eventually finding the one to unlock the door. "I dunno," She said as she waited for the click. "But we aren't gonna know until we get out of here." Nothing was happening, so out of curiosity, Rose tried the knob. It turned easily. "Ready?" She asked.
"Absolutely." River said.
They opened the door and startled. Rose was very careful not to blink as an Angel stood, hands lowered from its face, a gentle smile that bared teeth as if merely reminding them it was deadly.
"A mirror." River said, and Rose heard her shifting about. "It was facing a mirror, facing itself."
Rose heard an effort of some variety, River's grunt of exertion. She then felt River's grip close around her wrist.
"What?" Rose asked, eyes starting to burn from the strain of keeping them open. Her fingers closed around a cool, metal edge, tips caressing glass.
"Hold the mirror in front of you." River said, and Rose slowly shifted the full length, reflective surface in front of her. She braced for the worst. "Hasn't moved." River said with relief. "Back into the room, as far as you can go."
Rose began to carefully back up, making sure to keep the mirror in front of her as she went. There was dragging, though she didn't dare peek around to see if River was doing what she thought she was. When Rose's back hit the wall of the small room, she carefully stepped out from behind the mirror.
The angels face was a bit more aggressive this go, eyes narrowed but was obviously unable to do anything more than that before it was caught in its own reflection. And River had done what Rose expected: pushed it into the room. Setting the mirror carefully against the wall, Rose darted for the door with her foster daughter.
They slammed the door, throwing the lock and securing it with the sonic pen just as the sound of shattering glass came from behind the wood door. There was a pounding, and for a moment, Rose wondered if it would be enough.
"We need to find your parents, and now." Rose said to River. "Chances are we aren't the only one guarded by an Angel tamed by a bloody mirror."
"Why are there Angels here acting as guards anyway?" River asked as the pounding continued.
"I dunno. Not sure I wanna find out." Rose said stepping away from the door. "But shouldn't stop us from moving." She took River's hand and the two moved down the corridor at a brisk pace, looking about and hoping to find a clue as to where they were or why they were there.
~DWDWDW~
The Doctor came to, feeling his arms strapped down to a wooden chair with cuffs that easily didn't belong in the century. His senses told him he'd been out for about fifteen minutes, and a test of his bond with Rose tipped him off that she was conscious if not a bit distracted at the moment.
"Didn't take you long to wake up." Miss Smith's voice said just before her face came into view.
"Where am I?" He asked.
"A very old, abandoned theater where there was some sort of mass murder back in 1930. You wouldn't have had anything to do with that, did you? Lots of homeless, down on their luck people went missing. Most in the city treated them with contempt, like they were lesser, and it sounds exactly like something a Time Lord would do." She said, a light grin coming to her lips. "Anyway, no one bothered with it. Sorta shut it down, and no one wanted to demolish it. Funny, since this is a city in a time when things are constantly changing, but it was just such a bad omen kind of thing to take it out."
"And why are we here?" He chewed out, leaning forward. "Did I somehow make you angry when I faced all those Daleks and didn't die?"
She chuckled. "It angers me every time you face anything and don't die. Doesn't help that for the last few centuries you've had your Wolf Pup taking care of you." She shrugged. "Do you know how hard I searched for you? After learning that you were out there, somewhere, in the Universe? I was imprisoned for impersonating a Time Agent to gain access to their time-travel technology. Had to wipe the memory of the poor bloke who I'd gotten close with. Wasn't my intention, but he could just be so charming." She added with such a girly giggle, a lift of her shoulders and a dreamy smile that the Doctor could actually see her as a young girl for a moment instead of a psychopath. "That's where I found you, you remember? Prisoner Zero and all that? I just knew when I looked at you, standing beside that little girl, Amy, and the guards sent you a message. That's why I chose her, you know? You defended her with such passion I thought she'd be indispensable."
"She is." He sneered.
"Oh yes, of course she is. She is what led us here, to this moment. And Bad Wolf. I heard that all through time and space. A legend that's been tied to you since, oh, easily your idiotic pin stripe self. Tenth regeneration, right? Which makes this one your eleventh. I could shoot you twice, stop you mid regeneration. I could shoot twice still, barely wait for those newly formed nerve endings to settle before killing you and ending your regeneration cycle. But that would be too good for you." She said, smile dropping as a darkness came over her. "No, I think torture is best at this point. You took away the only person I loved. Now I'm going to make you suffer as you watch me pick off your companions one, by one."
She stepped forward and turned his chair around, pointing him to a bunch of monitors.
"Thought this place was abandoned." He said as his sharp eyes instantly found Rose and River running through the corridors on one of the screens. "Certainly didn't have security technology in 1930."
"I installed it." She said in his ear, fingers caressing the skin on his neck. "Someone out there believed in the Weeping Angels, and he wanted to see what they could do for himself. I rounded up what ones I could find, but they are just so weak. This world, there's always someone looking, someone who's peripheral vision they enter. And reflective surfaces, oh, humans of this century are so full of themselves. Glass everywhere, especially in Manhattan. The few strays that found themselves in this time and place are just so starved. But here, in my little rundown theater, I placed a few of them, promised them food in exchange for help. And oh, oh that brilliant, mad little man wrote and wrote about them, observing them to his heart's content on the monitors." She sighed, running her hand around the back of the Doctor's neck and wrapping her slender fingers around his throat. "But they couldn't regain strength, poor babies. Even sacrificing most of my men to them they could do nothing more than displace. Humans always say how the enter a room and don't remember how they got there, or get to where they're going without really remembering the journey. Sometimes it's just them being a typical, pathetic human. Sometimes it's because an Angel, waiting for you in the park, touched the wrong person."
"So what have I to worry about, then?" He asked, turning toward her slightly, his floppy hair brushing against her forehead. "One of your babies touches one of my companions, and they get displaced to somewhere out in the city? Not sure how that is picking them off."
"Because one of the Angels isn't that weak." She said with a giggle, studying his face as he did the best he could to keep a neutral expression. "One of them has actually sent a few of my men back through time, has gotten stronger. And it's in there, in the theater with your Rose and River, your Amy and Rory. How guilty will you feel when you become the reason little Melody Pond doesn't have the parents you fought so hard to make sure she was returned to?" Her manic grin softened. "You know, I've only managed to find two of your forms after the war, the one immediately after always eluded me. But this one, oh I think this one is just perfection. If I didn't hate you so much," She caught him by surprise, kissing him hard, biting his lip enough to draw blood. She hummed in satisfaction as she pulled back, wiping a crimson drop from her lower lip. "I'd probably be as charmed by you as it seems Cass was at first."
"Would she have wanted you to do this?" He asked Her point blank, hoping to get her to see through her madness. "Would Cass have really wanted you to avenge her death when she was going to die with or without me there? She was crashing into the nearest planet whether I had arrived or not. Would you have gone after Karn? The military of your own planet? Your sister died a hero, she saved every member of that ship by teleporting them back home. The lengths you've gone to hunt me down, to try and create a weapon, and she would have still not made it home."
She slapped him, nearly Jackie Tyler like in strength, causing him to recoil and his lower lip to throb where she bit him. He would have reached up, wiped the blood from his chin, had he been able to move his hands. Instead, the Doctor turned back toward her, maneuvering so that his waistcoat became his handkerchief.
"If you hadn't distracted her, she'd have found a way. If you hadn't led her away from the pilot's chair, Cass would have done something to get out. Delay the teleport, steered her ship to just circle in space until rescue came. You gave her hope and …."
"And she didn't take it!" He yelled back. "I have tried to tell you, I wanted to save her. I begged, I pleaded, I tried to reason with her! I wasn't even in the Time War at that point, I was avoiding it! I picked up her distress call and went to give her aid. It was Cass who refused me. Cass who deadlock sealed the doors so I couldn't grab her and drag her into my TARDIS where I could have brought her back to you and your family."
"She was all the family I had!" She yelled back. "Our parents were killed by Daleks as they were helping us escape. I was ten years old when Cass was killed. I was put into home, after home, because I had no where to go and no one wanted to deal with me." She straightened up as if getting control of herself. "And now, since you took Melody from me all those years ago, since you gave her a proper family with her parents, I'm going to force her into the same life. I'm going to make her go into the system like her mother would have if it weren't for her aunt. I'm going to shape her to become like me and hate you for taking away the only life she knew, the only love she'd ever have. And if you somehow make it through this with your sanity, Doctor, I'm going to make certain that she wants you to suffer and die as much as I do." She took a deep breath. "But first, I'm going to make you watch as her parents, and your partner, and your companion run around in terror, waiting for the worst to happen."
A/N: I probably should have also warned it wasn't at all like canon. Whoops.
Thank you the readers, favoriters, followers, and reviewers.
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And I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry, because if it wasn't for all you lovely people and your investment in this fic there would never have been Hold my Hand, let alone this one. But I'm burnt out with this Universe. I love it, I will miss it, but I can't keep going, at least not now. Mofftat's canon through 11's era was hard enough to muddle through in some spots, but 12's is all about Gallifrey and I can't go there. Not when this Universe destroyed it.
I am going to have another full length fic coming up in the next couple months, and if you love the Doctor (any Doctor, but especially 9) and Rose, then keep an eye out.
Until next post.