Rose and Doctor Two ran for it. The smog had cleared but the wolves were thickly abundant, and as Rose shot her tranq gun any which way she could, they dodged, weaved and ducked the snaps and pounces of the monsters in their surrounds. They pressed against a door and felt for a handle which was thankfully unlocked. Falling over one another inside, they scrambled to slam the door in the face of an approaching wolf and as Doctor Two locked it with his screwdriver, Rose fell to the hard wood floor with a thud, out of breath and completely spent.

Doctor Two gave a loud, frustrated yell, and stormed down the hallway then back again, banging the dusty wallpaper with his fists.

'Would you STOP!' Rose covered her ears to the thunderous banging and stomping, bringing her knees to her chest and squinting her eyes in the dust.

'It was meant to be dead. It was meant to be DEAD!' Doctor Two roared and then muted his rage as he crouched to the floor, banging his fist in one more heated moment before shifting from his feet and leaning against the wall. He stared at an old cracked china plate that had fallen in his fit with bug eyes of fury.

They both sat in silence for a long stretch of time, as the dust settled and the howls from the wolves outside lessened to distant echoes.

Rose broke the silence. 'I've seen it before, the figure I mean, when I was with the Doctor.' She didn't want to tell him about the dreams. 'Except, he was different, a different person. But it was the same thing.' She hesitated a moment. 'He was a werewolf.'

Doctor Two scoffed.

Rose furrowed her brow and folded her arms. 'Laugh all you want, but I saw it transform, we fought it! It was trying to bite Queen Victoria.'

Doctor Two gave an even louder scoff and shifted to his feet. He walked briskly toward Rose and sat directly across from her, leaning against the other wall. He pointed his finger at Rose. 'That thing…' he hesitated, as if looking for the right words, 'that thing was not a werewolf. That thing was not of this earth, of this planet, of this Universe!'

'The Doctor said it was a werewolf! A creature from another planet, like a viral strain that wanted to infect the queen!' Rose spat back. She wondered why Doctor Two was fighting her on this.

Doctor Two gave Rose a perplexed look and then looked away, his thoughts visibly ticking through his mind. 'A viral strain?' he questioned, more to himself. He stood up abruptly and began to murmur things to himself, pacing the length of the hallway, running his fingers through his hair. He spun towards Rose and stared her down. 'This 'werewolf', did it say anything to you, anything you can remember?'

'Yeh, it did!' Rose snapped back.

'Well…?' Doctor Two had a hungry look on his face.

'I'm not saying a word until you explain to me what's going on in that Time Lord brain of yours. I'm not thick and I'm not just some sidekick you can mess around with! Not get off your flippin' high horse and tell me what's going on!' Rose huffed and puffed the words out in a way which frighteningly reminded her of her mother.

Doctor Two looked on the brink of explosion for a moment and then immediately calmed himself down. He sat back opposite and looked at Rose with thoughtful eyes. 'The big bad wolf…' Doctor Two muttered under his breath, 'the big baaaaad wolf' he said again, a little louder as if waiting for Rose's reaction.

Rose simply looked at him with stern eyes.

'Have you ever heard the fairytale 'Little Red Riding Hood?'' Doctor Two asked matter-of-factly.

Rose rolled her eyes and gave Doctor Two a look to say 'of course I have you twit.'

'Weeeell…' Doctor Two sat up and looked at Rose more intently. 'Fairytales, while mostly hogwash, tend to be rooted in truth. Whether ol' Cinder's actually existed is a hotly contested issue, but that there was a servant girl who was plucked up and married to by a prince, well that, that has certainly happened many a time over. There's also old truths embedded in them, life lessons you could say. Prettier people come out on top, don't take food from strangers, don't enter yourself into binding contracts unless you're rich enough to buy yourself out of them.'

Rose thought Doctor Two was straying a little off course.

'Aaaanyway, there's also the big truths. The metaphors. In a fairytale a toad is not always a toad. In Little Red Riding Hood, well, say you replaced Little Red with, I dunno, all the conscious life in the Universe. And say, you replaced little old sweet Grandma with the source of that life, a Mother Earth kind of figure. And then, well then, you have the…'

'Big Bad Wolf.' Rose interrupted, catching on fairly quick.

'Exactly.' Doctor Two's face remained serious, almost vicious in its certainty. 'So what does the Big Bad Wolf do? He dupes good old Red into telling him the best way to get to Grandma's house, and essentially instructs him on how he can devour Grandma, herself and her basket full of goodies.'

Rose was suddenly struck with horror.

'But how does the story end?'

Rose didn't need to think too hard about it. 'The woodcutter, he hears Red's screams when she recognizes the wolf and comes to her rescue. He saves her and slices the wolf open with his axe. The Grandma's still alive.'

'Precisely.' Doctor Two allowed himself a half-hearted smile.

'But…but who's the Woodcutter?'

'Rose,' Doctor Two blinked at her, 'the woodcutter is me.'