"Rose!"

Jack waved a hand in the direction of the voice. "Deal with it, Ianto, we don't want more people crowding round."

"Let me through! Rose!" The stranger struggled against the hold Ianto had on him. "Listen, Mr Whoever-you-are, let go of me. I need to see Rose."

"And who are you exactly, sir?"

"I'm the Doctor."

Ianto regarded the man for a few seconds with a raised eyebrow. "And I'm the Queen of England. Come on, you're leaving, now." And he manoeuvred the man towards the pavement, ignoring the protests and the occasional curses. Eventually the Doctor had had enough.

"I'm telling you," he said, turning once Ianto had finally let go of him, "I'm the Doctor. Ask him." He pointed at where Jack was still crouched on the road.

"Sir?" Jack came over, an impatient look on his face. "This man says he knows you.

"I've never seen him before in my life." The captain swore under his breath and marched off again.

"I know you!" the Doctor yelled back. "I know what you are! I know she did it!"

Jack stopped in his tracks, turning slowly to face the Doctor, who was still guarded by a wary Ianto. He looked at them both, then began approaching them slowly. "You're the Doctor?"

"It's complicated. New body," he gestured vaguely at himself.

Jack was standing right in front of the Doctor now, hands in his pockets, like he was chatting to an old mate he'd just met in the pub. "I see. And this is Rose. Well, I don't know what happened up there, or what's happened between you two since, but I've got a damn good idea you've got something to do with it." Without warning, a hand flew from one of the pockets and a fist caught the Doctor square on the chin, sending him flying. "That," spat the captain, "isn't a millionth of what you deserve for whatever it is that's hurt Rose."

"Now, be fair!" coughed the Doctor indignantly, "The TARDIS is as much to blame as I am!"

Jack didn't answer. He left the Doctor on the ground and he and Ianto walked away to rejoin the group, the latter throwing a regretful glance back as he left. The Doctor, rubbing his face with the back of a hand, got to his feet and followed them.

"What happened to her?" he asked, looking down at the body on the road. His Rose, just laying there, her neck twisted at an impossible angle.

"She jumped. Ianto and me were called from Torchwood in Cardiff to investigate reports of a woman who'd been making suicide attempts all over London and walking away from them all unhurt. This is the thirteenth in two days." Jack's voice was flat, grief-stricken.

"What day is it?"

"Tuesday, why?" Jack shot a confused look at the Doctor.

After a quick calculation, he replied, "I brought her back to London ten minutes ago! The TARDIS must have returned me here to try and save her. Here it's a week since I dropped her off."

"What the Christ happened with you two anyway? If this is because of you, I swear I'll-"

"Sir?" Ianto asked, as the captain stared down at the body in confusion.

"Can't you hear that?" Everyone was silent.

"Some kind of cracking noise," offered one policeman. "What is it?"

And they all looked, and one policewoman fainted, as Rose's head slowly twisted back to its proper position, and she looked up at the people around her. She spread her hands, pushing herself to her knees and then to her feet, brushing the grit from her top and looked at the ground disbelievingly.

"Shit."

Somewhere, close by, there was a scream, and the sound of shattering glass.

"Oh, well," Rose said, in the distorted voice the Doctor recognised well by now. "Unlucky thirteen." She held her left hand up, and the windows of the nearest building shattered, following her hand as it rose. Her right hand flew out, and the nearest officer was flung into the side of his patrol car. "Come to save me, have you, Doctor?"