A/N: Hii! Sorry this took so long, but I've been kinda sick and so not writing anything coherent, so I tried to make this update longer. I hope you still read it and like it. Thank you sosososo much to Dreamcatcher49, Imitierte Identitat, ValaEnVash, and Dengirl for reviewing, it means a lot and is really encouraging. Thanks for pointing out the spelling stuff, I'm really useless at noticing it but I think I got them all. Um warnings, warnings… I don't think there's much, but I suppose there's smoking (I don't think that counts?) and very minimal violence. Anyway, I won't ramble on, so I really hope you like Chapter 5!

As the train finally lurched to a halt, Rose steadied herself against the wall and blinked her eyes blearily. It had been a long journey, and she was very tired, but there was barely room to sit down in the tiny carriage, and any extra space was delegated to those who could no longer stand. A blast of icy wind startled her into wakefulness, and she realised the door was open, and that they were expected to exit the train. Sighing, she joined in with the mass of shuffling people, shivering through the coat which afforded her no protection against the icy elements. The light reflected from the snow was painfully bright, and it took a moment for her eyes to adjust after hours in the gloom. They were in a camp, full of crumbling barracks which looked as though the slightest wind would sweep them off their foundations. The buildings stood in the shadow of a large forest, and Rose could see that the front line of trees had been cut down. As she watched, another tree toppled to the ground as tiny people scuttled around its base, ferrying timber onto large carts then hurrying back to the tree. The villagers were led towards the camp. They drew to a halt in front of the cabins.

"Line up," a familiar voice barked. Rose suppressed an angry shudder. It seemed that the officer from the train station had come with them to the camp. Remembering his brutal treatment of the young woman at the camp, she fell in line between Alyona (who even now took the time to glare at her) and the old woman who had talked to her on the train. The man walked up and down the line with a smirk on his face, stroking a thick baton and hitting it rhythmically against his palm. "While you are here," he sneered, "you will be expected to work for the revolution and play your part in Stalin's Five Year Plan. Good work will be rewarded. Laziness and unproductivity will be punished." He paused in front of the old woman, looking her up and down with a curl to his lip. "Work starts immediately. Report to the tool shed for registering and assignment." The villagers hesitated. The guard cracked his baton against his palm. "NOW!"

The Oncoming Storm walked towards the low building. He took no notice of the biting wind or the deep snow below his boots. Even the harsh weather seemed to bend around him, a whisper in the face of his rage and despair. His tear-frozen face stared blankly ahead of him, as the same thought played through his mind again and again. He would find the people who killed Rose and he would make them pay. The Oncoming Storm walked towards the building, and God help anyone who stood in his way.

Thunk! The axe bit into the wood. Rose grunted as she lifted it again and struck down hard. Her hands were numb from the cold, but she could still feel blisters forming along her palms. As another tree fell to the ground with a crack, Rose overbalanced, landing hard on the log she had just cut down. The sky had grown dark hours ago, and with it the temperature had plummeted. The cold combined with sheer exhaustion meant that she was struggling to stay on her feet. Stumbling up, Rose gathered her latest load of timber and carried it over to the cart. A claxon sounded and she breathed a sigh of relief. She followed the other labourers in to the food hall. Another officer stood at the front doling out rations. He glanced up at her.

"Name?"
"Rose Tyler." The man consulted his clipboard.

"Full rations." He handed her a small bowl full of soup so thin it might have been water, and a hunk of stale bread. Rose stared at the food in her hands. She opened her mouth to complain, but a cruel glint in the eyes of the officer caused her to shut her mouth and turn away. She could hear the officer behind her, talking.

"Name?"
"Darya Ivanova."

"Half rations." Rose's mouth fell open and she swung round. The guard was handing a half-full bowl to a scrawny woman she hadn't seen before. The bones protruded from her skin in her arms and legs, but her swollen belly told Rose that she was fighting to support another life.

"'Cuse me?" Rose said, trying to keep her tone level. "Why aren't you givin' her more food?" The officer stared at her coolly.
"She didn't meet production targets." Rose looked at him in disbelief.

"But… she's pregnant." The officer laughed and turned to the soldiers who were stationed at the door.

"She's bright, this one. We should send word to the research commission. I'm sure they could use another pair of hands." Rose glared at him.

"She won't work any faster if you starve her, you know." The man narrowed his eyes.

"Don't tell me how to run my operation. If she wasn't so lazy, she would have enough to eat. Now sit down." Rose turned in frustration. She started to walk towards the table, but something caught her leg and she fell forward, splashing the soup onto her face and along the floor. Mocking laughter filled her ears as she wiped the broth from her eyes. Cheeks burning red, Rose picked up her empty bowl and lifted her chin in the air, trying to hide the tears that were welling up in her eyes.

Ivan sat at the station, taking a deep draft of his cigarette. The orange glow lit up the empty landscape, and he shivered despite himself. He hoped the train returned soon; he didn't like being alone at nightime, when the only light came from the flickering lamp. A shadow fell across Ivan, and he glanced up. A man in a long brown coat loomed over him. His hair was covered in snow and his fingers blue from the cold, but he didn't seem to know, or else didn't care. His eyes were black with fury. In one swift movement he lifted Ivan by the collar and pinned him to the wall, his forearm pressing painfully on Ivan's neck. When he spoke it was barely a hiss, but it was enough to send chills down Ivan's spine.

"I'm going to say this once," the man said. "Just once, and I want an answer." He pressed down harder and Ivan winced as the air was forced out of his lungs.

"Who killed Rose Tyler?"

Rose curled up on the wooden planks, tucking her frozen fingers between her thighs in a vain attempt to warm them up. She was exhausted, but the cold and the insistent pang of her stomach chased sleep away whenever her eyelids drooped. So instead she dozed, playing happy memories in her mind's eye of her and the Doctor on the beach at San Kloon, or riding the cloudships over Martiger Five. Her dreams were interrupted by as something brushed by her face. Rose blinked and looked around, but whatever, or whoever it was, was gone. Rose sighed and slipped back into her dreamworld, chuckling at the expression on Adam's face as he gazed over the fourth Great and Bountiful Human Empire. She felt a fuzzy warmth surround her, and closed her eyes blissfully, basking in the heat. She was dimly aware of screams, and shaking her head, she pulled herself into a sitting position. The heat was intense now, and sweat dripped down her face. She looked out the narrow window, only to be met by a great blaze of orange light. Glancing around the dozing barracks, Rose suddenly realised what was going on.

"Fire! Fire, everybody out!"

A/N: So there you go, I hope it was alright. I know some of it seems like waffle, but its important, I SWEAR! Please review, I really like feedback, and thanks again to everyone who has done so so far.