My eyes watered as I understood the true depths of Rose and the Doctor's tragic relationship. She now had a Doctor in a parallel universe but it didn't seem right. He replaced himself with somebody everything as good as him. He would go on missing Rose but she wouldn't miss him. A flicker of pain crossed the Doctor's eyes but as I have been noticing; he hid it and put on his carefree exterior once again.
"The thing is the TARDIS may sometime go off track but on such a scale of so many light-years it seems impossible that this was merely a mistake that we're here. The TARDIS has taken us here for a reason and I am determined to find out what that is. Time is in flux and Rose could be in the centre of it..."
We both realised simultaneously that if we didn't stop whatever could be coming Rose may never meet the Doctor and those amazing adventures may never happen.
"She can't remember me though, if she has any recollection of this occurrence time will wind that into the future and the Rose that met me with the Autons will be a different Rose...Oh my head"
I looked around the estate; it was coated in graffiti and posters celebrating the millennium. My house was so near only a bus ride away yet on second thoughts seeing me as a happy teen would only make things worse. The days when I was happy and my biggest worry was if I did the latest homework up to scratch. Now the worries were etched up my arm through self-harm. As tears mounted in my eyes ready to burst I felt a thin but manly hand take mine. The Doctor looked at me,
"My planet was lost in a war. I lived for ages furious at the world and everything in it- hating myself, full of anger sadness and rage. But Rose taught me that there is always hope and always somebody to pull you out of the bad times. One day we'll find someone like that for you- I promise...Now allons-y."
Something told me the Doctor didn't really do sentimental. Still I followed him as he ran through the estate looking for anything that could suggest alien life or invasion. We walked along the high street passing various shops"
"Everything is in order...but something is wrong, can't you feel it? Inhibiting every sense I've got..."
An old woman was walking along the pavement loaded with carrier bags, a young boy kicking a football up a road and there was a tall man in a hoody with earphones in. Everything was in order.
"There's Rose again."
But her eyes were full of spite and malice, her hands tightened around air and something told us that we should follow her.
Sorry that this chapter is so short and well not that good imo but I promise the next will be a lot better and I have a really good idea for it.