Rose sighed as she took off her coat and hung on the rack behind the door. It had been three days since they were stranded in 1969. They had gotten a flat, thankfully, so they weren't uncomfortable. But to pay for it Rose was now working in a shop to get enough money for the rent and food for them. It's not like the Doctor helped. All he seemed to do was lay around the flat, supposedly thinking of how to get out of this mess they were in.

"Hey Rose!" she heard him call behind her. "How was work today?"

"Boring," she said walking into the kitchen. "Reminds me of why I went traveling with you; so I wouldn't have to work in a shop."

The Doctor gave her a sympathetic smile from where he sat beside the kitchen table. His trainers were propped up on the edge so that his chair leaned back slightly.

"Feet down," Rose scolded sitting across from him. "I'm not going to pay extra for scuff marks."

"Yes ma'am," he said playfully dropping them down on the floor. Rose crossed her arms and leaned down on the table top looking over at him.

"Have you had a productive day?" she asked, "Think of a way back yet?"

"Er…no," he mumbled pushing his glasses up his nose. Rose groaned and buried her head on her arms.

"I'm trying!" he defended himself. "It's not like I have an instruction manual for when stuff like this happens!" He paused. "Hang on."

Rose lifted her head to look at him. The Doctor had stood up and was now proceeding to search his bigger-on-the-inside pockets. His brow was furrowed and Rose frowned at him.

"Hang on just a minute!" he exclaimed. Pulling out from one of his pockets, he withdrew a clear folder. "Ha ha! Good ol' Sally Sparrow! I told you she was important!"

"Who?" Rose sat up. "Wait, that girl from a couple months ago?"

"Yes!" The Doctor ran over to Rose and sat down next to her, depositing the folder in front of her. "Remember what she said? 'One day you're going to get stuck in 1969. Make sure you have this!'"

"You kept this all that time," Rose said. "But didn't even bother to bring any form of money?"

"That's not the point," he said quickly. "Look at this! It's a way to get back!" The Doctor began shuffling through the papers and photos. "See! The weeping angles! And look! Here's the TARDIS! Oh this is brilliant!"

"When do you think we can get out of here?" Rose smiled as she looked at list of DVD titles.

"Well first we've got to find this Billy Shipton person."

"And who's that?"

"A friend of her's; gets touched by our angel it seems."

"Poor man," Rose looked over at the picture of him in the Doctor's hands. "So how do we find him?"

"Hmm," the Doctor pondered that for a moment. "Oh! I think I can probably make something to locate him. But I'm going to need a few things. Specifically a radio, a post card, and an old phone."

-DW-

Ding! Ding! Ding! The Timey-wimey Detector went off again.

"This way, Rose!" The Doctor called over to her and began following the directions where the dings increased. The machine had gone off when they were taking a stroll outside the flat, signaling something was up.

Rose came up beside him as they made their way down a dirty alley. Pretty soon they saw a man slam up against a wall from thin air. The man sank down to his knees as the two ran up to him.

"Welcome!" The Doctor called when they reached him.

"Where am I?" The man asked groggily rubbing his head.

"1969," The Doctor said. "Not bad as it goes. You've got the moon landing to look forward to."

"Oh the moon landing's brilliant," Rose smiled. "We went four times. Back when we had transport."

"Working on it!"

"How did I get here?" The man interrupted.

"Same way we did; touch of an angel," he grunted. "Same one probably since you ended up in the same year."

The man tried to get up, but the Doctor placed and hand on his shoulder forcing him back down. Leaning against the wall, he slid down and sat next to him.

"No, no, no, no, no don't get up," he ordered. "Time travel without a capsule. Nasty. Catch your breath. Don't go swimming for a half an hour."

Billy Shipton looked the Doctor up and down. "I don't—I can't—"

"Fascinating race the weeping angels," the Doctor began. "The only psychopaths in the universe to kill you nicely. No mess, no fuss. They just zap you into the past and let you live to death." He looked over to Billy. "The rest of your life used up and blown away in the blink of an eye. You die in the past and in the present they consume the energy of all the days you might have had. All your stolen moments. They're creatures of the abstract, they live on potential energy."

"What in God's name are you talking about?" Billy asked when he paused.

"Trust me," Rose put in. "Just nod when he stops for breath."

"Tracked you down with this," The Doctor held up his machine. "This is my Timey-wimey Detector. Goes 'ding' when there's stuff. Also it can boil an egg at thirty paces. Whether you wanted to or not actually. So I've learned to stay away from hens. It's not pretty when they're blown."

"I don't understand," Billy shook his head. "Where am I?"

"1969," Rose looked at him sympathetically. "Like he says."

"Normally I'd offer you a lift home," The Doctor frowned. "But somebody nicked my motor. So I need you to take a message to Sally Sparrow."

Billy's eyes widened and he looked very confused.

"And I'm sorry, Billy," The Doctor said. "I am very very sorry. It's going to take you a while."

-DW-

The Doctor and Rose returned to their flat after setting Billy up with his own flat and giving him the instructions to tell Sally about her seventeen DVDs. The man had seemed very perplexed about the whole thing, but accepted where he was and what he had to do after they talked to him for a while. The three planned to meet again the next day to create the "Easter egg" for the DVDs. Rose thought it good for Billy to have time to mull over the information they had just given him.

"Well he'll have a good life," The Doctor said setting his coat over a chair arm and then sitting down on the couch. Rose went into the kitchen and put the kettle on.

"Have you memorized your lines for the DVD extra?" she called over to him.

"Nah, I thought I'd wing it."

Rose leaned out of the kitchen to glance at him. He had his arms placed behind his head and had his feet, once again, propped up on the table in front of him.

"Won't that mess up the whole of time and space?"

"Nope!" Rose walked over to him with two cups of tea in her hand. "The words would just change if I said something different! Isn't that fun?"

"Wonderful," she smiled settling down beside him and handing him a cup. He thanked her and took a sip.

"See? I told you I'd find a way back!" The Doctor placed an arm around her shoulder and gave her a small squeeze, pulling her toward him. "You can always count on me!"

"Except when it comes to working in the shop."

"Except for that," he laughed. Rose rested her head against his shoulder with a smile.

"So how was it," she joked. "Living in a proper flat with doors and windows? You said it would be terrifying before."

"It is! Look at me I'm a nervous wreck! I'm just itching to get back to that big blue box!"

"Oh me too," She giggled. "1969's fine and all. But quite frankly, everything here is a little boring."

"I'm here now, does that make me boring?"

"No, not you," Rose looked up at his mock hurt expression. "You're never boring. Unless of course when you're rambling about some plum from Raxacoricofallapatorius."

"It was a turnip!" the Doctor frowned. "And if I remember correctly you said it was very interesting!"

"Of course it was," Rose looked down and her tea and suppressed a giggle. The Doctor set his tea on the table and turned toward her.

"You're laughing at me!"

"No, I'm not," Rose set hers next to his trying not to smile. The Doctor crossed his arms and looked at her with a pout. She leaned back on the couch and tilted her head back, pretending to be intrigued by the ceiling. She could just see the Doctor looking at her inquisitively in her peripheral vision. A smile slowly crept on her face.

"Ha! You were laughing!" he cried. "And now you owe me an apology!"

"For what?"

"For lying!" Rose turned toward him and smiled at his playful expression. He wasn't facing her directly but watched her from the corner of his eye, his eyebrows raised. Giggling, she gave leaned forward pressing her lips to his cheek and said, "Sorry, Doctor. Better?"

"Er—yeah," he blinked slightly in a daze. Rose smiled and rested against his shoulder again, content with just being close to her Doctor.