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"Is the Doctor here?" Captain Jack Harkness asked, or rather demanded hurriedly as he strolled into the Tyler residence. Pete had opened the door, and was at a loss for who the individual that had entered his presence actually was.

Jackie looked utterly appalled; an expression of more than faint distaste clouding her features. "What do you think this is; a drop in centre for the homeless citizens of London?!"

Jack grimaced in pain, one hand clamped over his nose and his back bent over so that he stepped forward at around half of his usual height. "No, I think Rose Tyler lives here and that the Doctor's with her; I need to see him," he explained with a lack of courtesy for Jackie and Pete, whom he had not even disclosed his name to. He continued to kick his way into various rooms, with a force not sufficient to inflict any visual damage on them.

Pete threw a concerned gaze at his wife, asking without the need for words why it was that their visitor, whom he regarded to be something of a deranged individual; thought it acceptable to force his way into his home, their home. Well, he hadn't forced the door in, but he still lacked permission to enter the flat.

"Excuse me; who the hell do you think you are? This isn't the TARDIS; if you want to speak to the Doctor, I suggest you go and wait there for him!" A wholly unsympathetic Jackie growled, as Jack saw his opportunity and seized it.

"Suggestion noted, thank you. In here is it?" He asked, finishing his highly sarcastic tirade and reaching the only door that had been left unopened.

Pete wrapped his arms around Jackie's waist, having intended to silence her, either by means of words, or by force; entailing resting a palm over her mouth, which he had been left in no doubt by both Jackie's, was too big for her own good by a massive margin. "How thick are you?! That was an order, not a suggestion!"

The Captain pushed open the door that remained undisturbed centimetres ahead of his current position. "Whatever," he quickly retorted with a conspicuous element of hostility to his tone of voice, while momentarily taken aback by the sight ahead of him. The Doctor remained kneeling as he had been previously, and Rose had joined him on the floor beside her bed. The Doctor was facing the window, yet Jack anticipated that he'd be gazing at it absentmindedly, consumed with thoughts of the blonde which he held in his arms, like she was the crown jewels. Rose had tucked her head neatly into the Doctor's welcoming shoulder, and had her eyes firmly closed; she trusted him with her life.

Jack let a cough escape him, which it was abundantly clear had been emitted only in pretence. "Excuse me; I hate to break up the reunion," he started, as unconvincing as he was. One hand remained firmly clamped over his nose, the other smeared with blood as he attempted to put an end to the continuous flow of blood.

The Doctor gently eased Rose from her spot on his shoulder, and spun his head so that he was facing the Captain. He had been aggravated by the sudden disturbance to say the least.

He stifled back a giggle, before starting. "What the heck happened to you?!"

"Glad to see you noticed while absorbed in Miss Tyler," he told the Doctor, rolling his eyes. Donna Noble happened; not so Noble any longer," his words had been spat, whilst he glanced meaningfully at the Doctor. Rose looked on with an air of confusion about her.

"What's she done?"

The ex time agent found he was beyond the boundaries of control, and embarked on a stream of uncontrollable laughter. "Isn't that bloody obvious?"

"Hang on a minute; would someone mind pausing to explain who this Donna Noble is exactly?" The tense atmosphere of Rose's before calm bedroom was broken as it's owner spoke, feeling as if she had returned to her younger years; consequently the classroom, and had been issued with a mere half of a task sheet.

"His friend; clearly mental, I'm sure you'll agree," came the extremely boastful tones of one Jack Harkness. A smirk directed at Rose accompanied his less than complementary words.

Rose's blissful expression at being reunited with her Doctor instantaneously faltered, feeling as if she'd been at the very least partially replaced in her absence. He didn't love her at all, surely?