"What is he doing here?" Rose shook her head and paced the hallway nervously. John hunched against the wall opposite the doorframe, neither of them felt comfortable going into the room. The door hung open and John looked up briefly to see that the Doctor was still laying there, quiet and unmoving, just as they had left him.

"I don't know." He frowned and his eyes glazed over. Lost in his own thoughts it was difficult to watch Rose pacing back in forth, wondering what exactly she was thinking. The Doctor had fallen unconscious on their trip back and hadn't moved since. He didn't know if it was because he had nearly drowned or if it was to do with some kind of Time Lord business. One thing that he did know and he had yet to tell Rose was that he had felt him die, he had felt him die two days before they had even reached the beach. He had been afraid to tell her, afraid of how she would react, so he had remained silent. And yet, here they were, and he had suddenly reappeared, still very much alive.

"I mean, we're in a completely different universe, you can't just waltz in. Not without the whole of everything having some kind of explosion. I mean, we'd know if something were happening right?" She did pause in her pacing this time to level John with a questioning stare.

"I don't know." He repeated in the same tone, unable to reassure her with the answers. She ran her hands through her hair in a nervous gesture, peeking through the doorway again, almost as if she didn't believe he was really there. She resumed her march down the hall, as though she thought she would suddenly walk into the answers.

"And why did he end up in the ocean? And where is the bloody TARDIS?"

"Rose, I don't know." It hadn't been such a struggle to think out the solutions before, this domestic life was slowing him down. He smiled a little, inwardly, not that he'd had any regrets. But traveling the galaxies and coming across life or death situations had certainly kept him on his toes. Now he felt sluggish, trying to make sense of it all. Of course, he wasn't sure the Doctor would have any answers in this situation either.

"I'm sorry." She finally stopped her pacing and looked through the doorway. "I feel like I'm losing it or something. People don't just fall out of the sky. Especially not time lords. It's all a bit… weird." He saw the fear flash across her face; it wasn't just weird, it was worrisome. He stood up from the wall he was leaning against and offered a small smile.

"Why don't you come sit down, I'll make us some tea. Tea's good, good for the senses, clears out the passages. It's a fun word too, tea. Tea, tea, tea." He rambled a bit and tried to lead her back downstairs to the kitchen where the presence of the Doctor wouldn't be quite so unnerving.

"Hold on," She stepped back from him abruptly. "Why've you got that look on your face?"

"I've always got this look," He said, trying to look less guilty.

She pointed at him accusingly. "You're up to something, that's what that look is. Out with it."

He smirked, that was his Rose Tyler, clever as ever, ruining his plans of trying to sooth her worries with tea and possibly biscuits. No way to sugar coat it now, she was onto him, and he doubted they had the time to spare.

"You have to leave." He said with a sad smile, "You have to take the kids, and your family, and you have to get out of here. Get out into the country." He put his hands on her shoulders and she looked up at him as if he were a stranger. "And you have to go immediately."

"Are you kidding me?" Her shock was evident. "You must be barking mad to think that I'm just going to pack up and run for the hills-" She seemed ready to launch headfirst into a full tirade when he leaned down and kissed her softly. He couldn't help it, she had to know, had to know how much she meant to him. Had to know why he wanted her gone, she kissed him back despite the argument that was ready to spill from her tongue. "That's not fair." She said a little breathlessly when he finally released her.

"Rose." He stroked her cheek and smiled sadly, "They don't call him the 'oncoming storm' because he brings a bit of rain. If he's here, that means there's trouble."

"But, it's not his fault." She argued feebly, she knew the truth of it as much as he did, even if she didn't want to fully admit it. "He's probably here to help us."

"You're right. But it's still not safe to be around him. Our children aren't safe here, the baby, and your parents. I've got to know Sarah and Mickey are going to be okay," He tilted her chin up toward him, knowing she was avoiding his gaze. "And you. I want you to be safe." He felt his voice break slightly at the end, he was pleading with her, begging her to listen. He had never felt so powerless before.

"Alright then." She said after a moment of silence. "We'll go. I'll ring up mum and have them pack a bag." She brought up her hand to hold his near her face, and leaned her cheek against his palm. "Are you going to be alright?" She asked him, her eyes searching his for a sign.

"Of course," He forced a smile. "I'll be just fine."