"You do?!" Katie jumped up and down with excitement, accidentally landing on Hannah's foot.
"Ouch! Katie! Watch where you're jumping!" Hannah scolded, wincing. She tilted her chair back to examine her injury. Obviously deciding minimal harm had been done, she sat half cross-legged, the offended foot resting in her lap.
"Sorry! Didn't mean to!" Katie apologized quickly, then turned back to Daniel. "Who is he? Tell me!"
Daniel's reply was muffled by a clatter, followed by a string of muttered curses. Hannah lay sprawled on the floor, still clutching her foot with one hand, the other clasped to the back of her head. Oliver burst out laughing.
"Did- did- you just fall out of your chair?!" He struggled to ask.
"No," Hannah grunted in response, glaring at her inquirer, "My chair tipped backwards."
"It did? Are you alright? Want me to get you ice? Does your head hurt? Are you dizzy? Is anything broken?" Daniel's notebook went flying as he dove to the ground to check on Hannah. His string of questions came out more as one indistinguishable word, rather than individual phrases. Scooping his girlfriend up into a something resembling a hug, he planted kiss on her forehead.
"No, I'm fine. Really. Dan, don't worry. You've known me long enough to know that I'm incredibly accident prone." Hannah explained, though a blush colored her face up to her shaggy hairline.
"That's such an understatement. You've got possibly the worst coordination of anyone I've ever known." Katie scoffed, clearly anxious to get back to her conversation with Daniel. "Come on, Daniel!"
She picked his notebook up off the floor where it lay open to a random page. Closing it, she set it on the table, and went to set Hannah's chair back upright as Daniel helped his oh-so-clumsy love to her feet. They were smiling at each other.
"I'll go get her something to drink." Oliver offered helpfully. "What do you want?"
"Don't get her coffee." Daniel advised. "I wouldn't refuse some, however."
"No, coffee sounds good." came Hannah's contradiction.
"Me too! I want coffee too!" Katie piped up.
"Three coffees, then, and one apple juice." Oliver recited the order, looked pointedly at Katie, then walked over to the counter.
"I don't get why he won't let me drink coffee. I like it." Katie slumped into her chair, looking disgruntled.
Daniel had managed to get Hannah securely back into her now upright chair, and returned to his conversation with Katie.
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"So what'd you think of lunch?" Rose asked the Doctor. They had exited the detestably sweet restaurant, and headed back towards the TARDIS.
After thinking for a moment, he answered, "Good food, overly pleasant atmosphere."
"Exactly what I was thinking. What do we do now? The TARDIS won't be ready to go until tomorrow." Rose leaned against the Doctor's leather-clad shoulder as they walked.
"I thought you were going to be my 'official guide to Cardiff,' or something like that." The Doctor teased, "Come on. We've got time. Let's go." With that, he grabbed the hand of a stunned Rose and towed her off towards the center of town.
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Taking the mug handed to her, Hannah blew on it gently. Daniel accepted his and took a large drink, disregarding the temperature. Katie plunked her bottle of apple juice angrily down on the tabletop. Oliver remained standing, but set his mug on the table.
"Anyone fancy milk or sugar?" The question was addressed to the table as a whole, excluding Katie.
Hannah looked up and nodded. "I'll take some," she requested, handing over her mug, "Could you dump half of this out and fill the rest with milk?"
"That sounds disgusting," Katie mumbled under her breath.
Oliver nudged his sister with a knee, and accepted Hannah's mug. "Dan? Milk or sugar?"
"Black's fine for me," came Daniel's reply. Picking up his notebook, he flipped through until he found the page containing Katie's description of the Doctor.
"Here's what we've got so far," Daniel recited, more to himself than to anyone else, "He's a strange man who calls himself 'The Doctor.' He has a blue phone box-type-thing. Anything else?"
Oliver returned to the table just as Daniel finished listing. "That sounds like everything," he answered the question, setting Hannah's milk-and-coffee mixture in front of her.
"Not quite!" Katie perked up suddenly, and sent a mischievous smile towards her brother. "Ollie forgot to mention Rose."
"Rose?" Daniel clarified, "Her last name isn't Tyler, is it? What'd she look like?"
A dreamy look entered Oliver's eyes as he began his description, "Blonde, about my age, incredibly bright clothes. Overall, simply spectacul- hey!" Katie had caringly kicked him under the table.
"Rather like this?" Daniel rifled through his notebook until he found the page he was looking for. He held the notebook up and turned it so Oliver and Katie could see. At the top of the page, the word 'Torchwood' was emblazoned in inch-high lettering. Two photos were taped below the large title.
"That's them! That's them!" Katie's chair clattered the floor as she jumped to her feet, pointing at the photographs. Her joy was short-lived, however. Once she saw the look on Daniel's face, Katie picked up her chair and sat back down, an unspoken question on her face.
"Torchwood has been looking for the Doctor since its founding. Rose Tyler was only added to the want list a few months before I quit. Katie, listen to me. If you know anything else, you need to tell me." Daniel gripped Katie's wrist firmly, holding her gaze.
"I know where his box is." Katie whispered. Her excitement was now completely gone, replaced with a sense of trepidation and, to her astonishment, fear.