Rose was still looking out the window watching the world pass her by when she saw a couple laughing and kissing under an umbrella and suddenly recalled an event years in her past, something that hadn't crossed her mind in years and something she'd never told anyone about, not even the Doctor. Telling someone would only result in her becoming the butt of all jokes for being so cliché and besides, this man in her memories had been replaced so entirely that she wasn't even sure why she was remembering him….
"Hello, I don't mean to bother you, you seem awfully busy doing all sorts of normal humany things, but I was wondering if you'd care to go right over there to that nice picnic I have set up and join me. You see, you're alone, and I'm alone and right now those little bitty tea sandwiches are alone, too. And nothing I've ever met in this entire universe enjoys being alone...well I guess I can think of a few things that do but they don't really count because they didn't actually have any form or…"
"Excuse me? But what are you rattlin' on about?" Rose asked, looking up from her book to see the possibly insane man standing in front of her. He appeared to be about 10 years her senior and was surprisingly good looking for a crazy person (a fact she was quite convinced of when she noticed he was holding an umbrella on the cloudless day), "You see, here I was just enjoying my novel and you come waltzin' up and ask me to not only walk over to that secluded little area with you where we'll be nice and "cozy", but also to eat the food you offer me? Where's your white van and candy? And didn't you forget the puppy?"
"First of all, I haven't "waltzed" for years, and secondly the way you put it sounds so much better than my boring ol' 'care to join me?' I thought you looked adventurous;, are you really gonna turn down the opportunity to have a picnic with a handsome stranger that you for some reason trust completely? Come on, Rose, live a little."
Rose looked from the man to his picnic and then back to the man. He was right. She did trust him—implicitly—and she had no idea why. She also didn't understand why she had this strong urge to reach out and hold his hand, and an even stronger urge to take him into her arms and never let go—ever. She looked back at the picnic again and smirked.
"Alright, but watch your hands! I'm going to enjoy a picnic with a perfectly strange stranger, not a horribly strange perv, got it?" she said, fully aware that she was telling herself to watch her hands as much as she was telling him. She had a feeling that if he were to try anything, she wouldn't stop him and she'd even give him a run for his money. "And why do you have an umbrella?"
"Can't be too prepared when you're going on a picnic, can you? Anything could happen."
Rose had been too busy asking question about silly accessories that she didn't even think to ask how he'd known her name.