Here's chapter 3, dears! It's shorter than the others, and for that I apologize.

Empty.

Her heart felt empty.

Actually, her heart felt as though it had been ripped from her chest, broken through her ribcage, and been shattered into a million pieces. But she didn't want to split hairs.

They'd left Norway after The Doctor had disappeared from the beach, though they'd needed to wait for Rose to gain back control of her body before they moved. They returned to Pete's mansion in London, and Rose had gone directly to her bedroom, oblivious to the nervous glances Pete, Jackie and Mickey were giving her and each other. She quietly closed her door and sat tentatively on the edge of her bed. The room was almost an exact copy of her room back in the other universe, down to the pink walls and fluffy pink comforter.

Tears were still streaming down her cheeks and she felt bile start to rise up into her throat. She dashed to the bathroom down the hall and voided her stomach, her face in the toilet as she threw up violently. The door opened and Rose didn't look up to see her mother, who grabbed a washcloth and was running it under the sink. She felt Jackie gently pull her hair away and place the cold cloth on the back of her neck. She passed Rose a different cloth, which Rose used first to wipe her face and then to wipe her mouth, and she threw it into the pantry. Her mother said nothing during the process. When Rose felt she could stand, she quickly brushed her teeth to get rid of the taste and led herself be guided back to her bedroom by her mother.

She didn't argue while Jackie helped her change into a pair of clean jimjams, or when Jackie tucked her into her bed as though she were five. She was grateful when her mum stayed for a few minutes, saying nothing and stroking her hair, but she didn't vocalize her thanks. When her eyes had been closed and her breathing evened out, Jackie took a last glance at Rose and slipped out of the room, moving her trashcan closer to the bed before she did so.

Rose's sleep was fitful, The Doctor's voice now completely gone. She had nightmares about Cybermen and Daleks and being completely alone in nothingness, calling for her Doctor but barely even hearing her own voice. She awoke to her own scream and her mother bursting into her room. Jackie sat next to her and wrapped her up in her arms, holding her daughter to her chest. Rose gripped her mum's arms tightly, tears falling freely from her eyes and sobs wracking through her body. She wasn't sure how long they stayed there, gaining comfort from each other so like she had done with The Doctor after their adventures.

Tears eventually dried and sobs became hiccups and sniffles. Her mum gently wiped her tears from her cheeks and pulled the blankets back over Rose, who was shaking violently.

She had nightmares for weeks.

And the pattern remained the same. Some nights she managed to avoid getting sick and it was only the nightmares that ruined her sleep. Her mother said nothing about the nightly disturbances but continued to come hold Rose after particularly bad dreams.

Torchwood was treating her well enough. She was in the Alien History and Research department of the institution, which seemed vastly different from Torchwood One in the other universe. She often cooperated with Alien Communications and Language to meet with extra-terrestrials, making a name for herself as one of the best liaisons and communicators available. Though her disposition had changed – Rose often wore a serious face and rarely smiled or laughed, Rose had not forgotten how to empathize with aliens and often made friends with those who ended up at Torchwood.

There were, of course, those who thought that Rose was only so well received because her father, Pete, was the director of Torchwood, but they were proven wrong as soon as they worked with her, quieted by her quick and efficient work ethic. Soon she'd earned her own office with her name written on the door and the desk and a view of London.

The nightmares had mostly passed when she began searching for her own apartment, unable to get used to the lavish mansion or being back with her overbearing mother. The throwing up seemed to be completely finished when she found an apartment she liked that was neither too far from Torchwood nor too far from her parents' place. The screaming in her sleep had stopped when she told Pete and Jackie that she was moving out. Her mother had protested, of course, but Pete had simply placed his hand on her shoulder and verified that she'd saved enough of her paycheck to pay for rent and food.

"Are you sure you want to go, sweetheart?" Her mother asked as they loaded the last of her things into Pete's jeep. Pete had graciously offered to buy her new furniture, and the three of them had been shopping for days, finding Rose a couch, chairs, a table, a bed, and anything she could need at her apartment. Her mother had also packed her lots of food and tea, which she was having trouble fitting into the trunk of the jeep.

Rose sighed. "Yes mum," she replied tiredly. They'd had this conversation many times. "'Sides, bit too late to change my mind now, even if I wanted to. I've already paid rent for this month and all the furniture's being delivered today." Any minute now, actually. They had to get going. She didn't let Jackie start again and quickly moved to the jeep's side, pulling the door open and sliding into the back seat. She Jackie huff through the rear view mirror and move to her own door, getting in and slamming the door shut behind her. Rose rolled her eyes at her mum's antics and stayed silent as Pete got into the driver's seat and started the jeep.

"All set?" He asked cheerfully, clearly not oblivious to the tense atmosphere but rather choosing to ignore it. Jackie huffed again and Pete winked at Rose through the rear view mirror, making her smile. They drove in silence to Rose's new flat, which was in a small apartment building. When they parked the car, the landlord, a quiet looking man who was balding and wearing a maroon jumper (that made Rose do a double take) with a collar from another shirt popping out around his neck and dark blue jeans.

When they all stepped out of the car, he walked over to Rose and handed her the keys, showing her which was to the building itself and which was to the apartment. He patted her shoulder with a smile.

"You'll enjoy it here, I think, Miss Tyler." He said cheerfully. "I'm not sticking around too long, just making sure everything is in order." He was an aging man, white hair, eyebrows and beard. His eyes were a bright blue and his smile was infectious. He was rather wide at the center.

"Thanks, Mr. Mott," Rose answered with a smile. She joined her mother and father in grabbing all her things from the jeep.

"Call me Wilf," Mr. Mott said, still quite cheerfully. He even grabbed one of her boxes and carried it up the stairs (there was no lift, for which he apologized. Repeatedly) and chatted on the way up, telling her about the different tenants as the passed their doors.

Eventually they reached flat 9, on the third floor of the 7-storey building, and stopped. Rose tentatively pulled out her key at Wilf's encouragement and put in it in the lock, using it to open the deadbolt and the handle before twisting the door handle and opening the door. The four of them stepped inside and put down their individual boxes.

"Here we are!" Wilf said, sounding slightly out of breath. "Take a look around then, make sure everything looks alright." He followed Rose as she took a quick look around, making sure all the lights were still working and everything still looked in alright shape. At her approval, Wilf smiled widely and shook her hand vigorously, wishing her a good move in and telling her to contact him with any questions. He gave her parents a cheerful goodbye and left, quietly closing the door behind him.

"Well," said Pete, moving away from the door and looking around Rose's new flat. "Looks nice. Clean." He remarked appreciatively.

The flat was a decent size, with a large living area and a small-ish kitchen, which was separated from the living room only with a half wall and started several feet towards the right from the front door. It boasted a stove, fridge, counters, and several cupboards. There was just enough room for the small dining table she'd bought, and its two chairs.

The living area was large, with wood floors and large windows at the back, directly across from the front door, which gave her a decent enough view of the street and buildings around her. There was lots of room for her large blue couch and mahogany coffee table. She'd put the couch against the right wall, she decided, so that she could put her new TV on the left wall rather that in the middle of the room. There was a large closet for her coats and boots near the door on the left.

Still on the left but further down was the door to her new bedroom. It was large enough for her queen-sized bed, her dresser, side tables, work desk and chair, and came with a closet.

The bathroom was on the right wall, past the kitchen. It was large enough for a tub, shower, large sink and counter, and toilet.

She'd be confortable here, she thought. She was still deciding how to arrange all her furniture when a loud buzzer pulled her from her thoughts. She went to the speaker near the door and hesitantly pushed the talk button.

"Hello?" She said tentatively.

"Delivery for Rose Tyler," Said the voice on the other side, muffled as it came through. Rose pressed the other button open, to let the deliveryman into the building.

"You should be more careful who you let into the building," Jackie told her. "Make sure it's who they say they are." She'd clearly had her walk around the new flat and was finding it hard to find anything to complain about."

"It's not a bad area, mum. Much better than the Powell estates." Rose told her mother with an eye roll. "'Sides, we knew they were coming."

Before they could get into a disagreement, Pete clapped his hands together. "Alright, then. What do you need help with, Rose?" He looked around for anything he could move.

Rose paused. How long did she want her parents here? She was itching to be on her own – she felt like she hadn't been since she'd arrived in Pete's world. Her mum was always at the mansion and if Rose wasn't there she was at work with loads of people. "Maybe if you could just help me move the furniture P…dad." She was trying to call him dad rather than Pete.

He nodded awkwardly. "Sure, sure."

A knock on the door broke through the uncomfortable silence. Rose quickly moved to the door and opened it, revealing two very strong-looking movers carrying a very large desk. They asked Rose if she might leave the door opened for them, so they wouldn't have to knock every time, and Rose obliged. They put the desk down in the living room and Rose and Pete got to work moving it into her bedroom while Jackie pretended to be occupied with something else.

The pattern continued like that – the movers brought the furniture, Rose and Pete placed it, and Jackie occupied herself with unpacking Rose's clothes and hanging it in the closet or placing it the dresser. It took 3 hours for everything to be done – they didn't have to put any of the furniture together, only put it in place. Jackie wasn't finished with the clothes by the time Rose and Pete had placed all the furniture, and she fussed when Pete insisted they leave Rose to finish unpacking on her own.

"You'll be home for Sunday dinners, no fussing or moaning. I'm going to expect you at 4PM sharp every Sunday so that you can spend time with Tony." Jackie continued, standing her ground as Pete tugged her arm.

"Yes, mum," Rose ushered her to Pete.

When Rose was finally alone, she huffed a sigh of relief. She wanted a cuppa, but her mugs were still packed and she just wanted to sit for a bit. She sat on the edge of her new couch, purchased by Pete. Her eyes scanned her new place with trepidation. She tried to keep her breathing even.

All she'd wanted while her parents were there was for them to leave, and now that she was alone, she suddenly felt the weight of the wrong universe on her shoulders.

For the first time since she'd been in Pete's world, she let her thoughts of The Doctor come to the forefront of her mind. How was he doing? Had he found another companion? Was he travelling the stars with someone new? Had he forgotten her?

Something weird started to happen as she thought of The Doctor. The pain was there, yes, but so was something else. She felt a warmth start to spread within her, and a brightness that great before her eyes until it was almost blinding.

Until she was blind to the reality before her. A single thought pulsated though her brain.

I can see all that is, all that was, all that ever could be.

She stayed unmoving for hours while time danced before her eyes, with no one to see her glowing gold, the time vortex swirling in her eyes.

Bad Wolf.

Hehehe! It's Pete's world Wilf!

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