I was right about reviews making me happy. I just got home from the airport, and didn't get much sleep on the plane (about 2hrs). I think I slept at Hong Kong's airport, though, because I closed my eyes and suddenly had some time missing… Be forewarned, half of this chapter was written in between watching King Kong and Over the Hedge on almost no sleep. The other half – typing on my computer at home after said plane trip, dirty, tired and irritable while my mum whined about cleaning the house. I even had to vacuum!

Oh, the lucid days! Rose hated feeling sane because she just wanted the doctor – real or otherwise – to be with her again. The days when she didn't feel crazy were the days when Rose didn't feel alive. She felt alone without her Doctor because she had no friends and had basically been deserted by her family and Mickey. Sometimes she wished she had a friend who wouldn't look at her the way Mickey and her mother did every time she talked about the fact that her madness didn't bother her. She was glad she had never told them of The Doctor's existence in her mind, otherwise they'd probably have her forcibly committed. Her Dad – Pete Tyler – he could have that done. He was a busy man, and spent even less time with her than the others, but he didn't seem to mind when she taped their conversations or generally did insane things, he didn't seem to mind about much she did at all. She wasn't his child, after all. Rose dreaded the feelings of depression and anger that came about on her ineptly-named 'good days'.

Rose was flipping through files on her desk. They were all out of order – which may have been her fault on a 'bad day', but it didn't make her feel less angry about having to go through every file in her cabinet and un-staple and re-staple pages. Her irritable banging had created a silent and tense atmosphere in the large office room she worked in with six other anti-socials. She had just banged her stapler on her desk for the fiftieth time that day when a shadow crossed her desk. Rose glanced up at the face of the tall man with black hair and a short stubble beard before returning to her work. Years ago Rose would have been chatting this bloke up right away, even when she was with Mickey, but The Doctor had changed her so much that she barely looked at him. When the man didn't remove himself from in front of her desk, Rose looked up at him again, looking into his deep blue eyes that were partly hidden beneath his wild-looking fringe.

"Can I help you?" She asked in a slightly irritated voice. She was always short and unkind with people when her Doctor wasn't around to frown upon it. "I'm not in the customer service department, you know."

"Oh. I know." The man told her with a smile. "I'm new here and I just wanted to… look around, get my bearings, you know?"

"No." Rose grumbled as she returned to her work.

"I'm Sim. And you are?" Rose turned her name badge towards him, not even bothering to answer any more. "Rose Tyler, huh?"

"I'm so glad you can read." Rose remarked dryly.

"Yeah." The man didn't move away from her desk at his unwelcome reception.

"Why don't you go bother one of my numerous co-workers?" Rose asked him.

"Because they don't pay any attention to me, see?" Sim walked over to the desk nearest to Rose and stood in front of it. "Hi, I'm Sim and I'm new to Torchwood Tower." The girl at the desk – whose name Rose guessed may have been Tara, but wasn't sure – just made a face at her computer as she continued to work.

"Why didn't I think of that?" Rose muttered under her breath. Sim heard it, though, and approached Rose's desk once more.

"Because you're too nice a person. You're Pete Tyler's daughter, right?"

"Yeah." Rose sighed. She had resigned herself to talking to this man. He seemed to not get the idea that she wanted nothing to do with anyone else working at Torchwood, and talked to her quite happily even though her answers were usually one word and muttered. He wouldn't go away, and as he blabbed on about how great a man Pete Tyler was, Rose wished that he wasn't right about her being a generally nice person. She wished that for once she would yell at a poor confused new guy to leave her alone, but knew that it would never be in her, even if The Doctor left her permanently. Rose shuddered at the thought and Sim noticed.

"You know…" He started. "I came here because the people who work in my office swear that you would never interact with anyone in this building. They seem to have a weird idea of you in their minds, because you seem happy to me."

"Trust me, I'm not happy." She told him.

"Can you tell me why? Because no one else is willing to share your history with me."

"I think you'll find out soon enough. I might even tell you one day." Rose gave a slight smile as she looked back down at her work. While he didn't know she was mad, she might be able to engage in some interesting conversation with this man on her 'good days'.

"So, how about we share our lunch break tomorrow, then?" He asked her.

"We'll have to see." Rose told him, pretending to think about what her plans were. "I'll tell you if I'm free, okay?"

I don't know what you all think I think I'm doing, so please review me thoughts and stuff... yeah... maybe some sleep would be good... and a shower. Anyway. Hope you enjoyed it. I live to serve. No, I serve to live... wait. Oh, in MY house, yes.
G'night (or morning, who knows in this world? It was saturday when i took a 24hr flight and i ended up in Monday. Oh where did my Sunday go? Why couldn't it have been Monday?)(see? tired tell me if this is bad and if i should re-write it. i probably won't, but anything to get reviews)
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