Rose ran along the corridor beside the Doctor. Her legs were ready to fall off. Her lungs were bursting, screaming for air. How long had they been running?
The pair could still hear the footsteps of the werewolf behind them. It wasn't even a new monster, and Rose was running for her life.
Rose looked down at her left hand, reminded of the rock situated there.
So maybe she hadn't really talked with the Doctor about it yet. They'd been busy.
Three pairs of feet pounded around a bend in the corridor.
Well, there was no time like the present.
"Doctor?"