AN: Waiting to do stuff for my online class, so I decided to write some more! Sorry again for the long wait, I will try to get better about that. Without further ado, here you go! Enjoy!

Chapter 12

(Rose P.O.V)

Rose looked around in shock and amazement. We were just near the restaurant, now we're near the Thames?

The Doctor, not noticing her expression, stated, "I lost the signal." Alice sighed. "So close too." Both of them leaned against the railing, staring out at the lit-up nightlife of London.

Rose, still stunned, remarked, "We've moved." She turned on her heel to look at the blue police box. "Does it fly?"

"Disappears there and reappears here. You wouldn't understand," the Doctor answers nonchalantly giving a small look to his two companions.

Rose stuttered on. "If we're somewhere else, what about the headless thing? It's still on the loose."

Alice responded this time. "It melted with the head." She talked as though it was obvious. Rose found her very intriguing. Alice talked to Rose like they were old friends. "Are you going to witter on all night?" She mocked in a terrible British accent. Okay, maybe old, annoying friends.

Still, the realization of the entire situation hit Rose like a ton of bricks. "I'll have to tell his mother." Both Alice and the Doctor looked at her with confused expressions. "Mickey!" she clarified. "I'll have to tell his mother he's dead, and you just went and forgot him! You were right," she said, turning to the Doctor. "You are alien."

"As for you," she slowly turned her gaze to Alice. "You're a psychopath for followin' him around."

Alice muttered something that sounded like, "sociopath" and "do your research" under her breath, never looking Rose into the eye.

The Doctor was clearly fed up with her whole emotional act. "Look," he started. "If I did forget some kid called Mickey-"

"Yeah! He's not a kid!" Rose yelled angrily at him.

The Doctor interrupted her. "It's because I'm busy trying to save the life of every stupid ape blundering on top of this planet, alright?" Alice looked up with hate in her eyes. The Doctor, noticing her rage, corrected, "And this Earth in particular."

Rose, not understanding his meaning, simply retorted, "Alright!"

The trio stood there a moment, afraid to break the thin glass of silence. Rose eventually shattered the quiet, asking, "If you're an alien, how come it sounds like you're from the North?"

"Lots of planets have a North!" he replied, still stewing over their argument.

"And you," Rose continued, aiming towards Alice. "How come you're in Britain? You've got an American accent?"

Alice simply smiled. "I hitched a ride." She nodded towards the Doctor, who shrugged his shoulders. Rose seemed satisfied with the answer, so she continued with her list of questions. "What's a police public call box?" she asked, reading the tardis's sign.

Alice smiled, gazing fondly at the midnight blue object. "It's a telephone box from the 1950s." She leaned forward as if telling a secret. "It's a disguise."

Rose chuckled a bit. "Okay. And this, living plastic. What's it got against us?"

"Nothing!" the Doctor replied, gently stroking the tardis's exterior. "It loves you! You've got such a good planet. Lots of smoke and oil, plenty of toxins and dioxins in the air, perfect." He smiled like his sentence actually made any sense. "It's just what the Nestene Consciousness needs," Alice revealed. "It's food stock was destroyed in the war, all its protein plants rotted, so Earth," she made a small scooping motion, as if she were eating soup. "Dinner!" she completed.

Rose was amazed. "Exactly how long have you been traveling with the Doctor?" she asked, curious. It seemed like she knew everything. "According to tardis time, exactly," Alice trailed away, counting her fingers. "Three and a half hours!" Rose's jaw dropped. "Then how…?" she started.

"Never mind that!" the Doctor interjected. "More important matters at hand!"

"Right," Rose reminded herself. "Nestene Consciousness. Any way to stop it?"

The Doctor withdrew a test tube filled with iridescent blue liquid, supplying Rose's confused look with, "Anti-plastic. But first, I've got to find it. How can you hide something that big in a city that small?" Alice giggled as if she knew something they didn't. They jogged back over to the railing, the Doctor's eyes scanning all of London.

"Hold on." Rose called. "Hide what?"

"The transmitter." Alice replied, looking at Rose with a fanciful look on her face. "The Consciousness is controlling every piece of plastic, so it needs a transmitter to boost the signal." She sauntered to Rose's side, eying the city. "Well, what's it look like?" Rose inquired.

"Like a transmitter," the Doctor replied, not helping at all. "Round and massive, slap bang in the middle of London."

Alice tugged on her arm and pointed at the London Eye, a mischievous look on her face. Rose understood at once. The Doctor continued on, completely oblivious.

"A huge circular metal dish, like a wheel." He was standing right in front of a gorgeous view of not only the Thames, but also the Eye. He was gesturing madly with his hands, not understanding that both girls were staring at the transmitter as he spoke. He was still speaking, but neither girl was paying attention, they were waiting for him to catch on.

"What? What is it?" he asked simply. Both Alice and Rose let out a snort, as he finally turned around, his eyes wide with understanding.

He turned back to them, a crazy look on his eyes and a smile on his lips. "Oh," he remarked.

"Fantastic!"