"...and over here you will see one of the noseless dogs on this wonderful planet, Barcelona. Even though they can't smell you, they use telepathy to get a good sense over you..." The Doctor's gob ran on, and Rose enjoyed it ever so.

Usually her father would grumble that what he was doing was useless, and that humans would never venture so far out just to see strange things. He could grumble all he wanted, but she wasn't to be as close-minded as he was.

She really could use another cuppa, but she was aching all over.

While she continued to watch her beloved Doctor, a rumbling sound started to catch her attention. She chalked it up to construction, but it became more rough, and the couch was beginning to shake.

"Are you kidding me?" She moaned, and tried to get up. If there was an earthquake, she needed to find shelter, and fast.

Dragging herself off the couch, she picked up her reciever, and began to walk out the door. Dizziness and nausea were overtaking her senses, and she felt like she wanted to collapse. The Doctor's voice that emitted off of the receiver slightly comforted her, and she decided to move along. Other people were cramming the stairway, as they were looking up at the sky and talking while walking.

Swaying, she decided to see what the commotion was all about.

"Excuse me, coming through." She mumbled as she shoved along all the people. The Doctor's voice was becoming softer, until she couldn't hear it anymore. Looking at her receiver, she saw that it had lost the signal. Oh well.

Looking up at the sky, she saw several missiles heading towards different parts of the town. She could only assume this was some sort of terrorism, and wished she could be whisked away from Earth, and up in the stars with the Doctor.

Now she felt even worse, and she was sure she was going to faint.

"I-I need you... to stand... back." She told the people behind her, her voice sounding so far away.

"Why?" A man behind her grumbled, but that was all he could argue with her, because he felt himself being toppled over by someone else.

"Out of the way!" A tenor voice called out, and he caught Rose just before she hit the ground. Kissing her forehead, he picked her up, and swaned off. The neighbors just gaped like a now-extinct fish.

"Ugh, my head- it's killing me!" She groaned out and opened her eyes. A bright blue light blinded her, but she also sensed familiarity with the color. It was too familiar.

"Hey, is that a sonic screwdriver?" Sitting up quickly, she looked directly at the man who was holding the device.

Once she set eyes on him, she thought she arrived in heaven.

"Doctor, is that you?"

"Hello, Rose Tyler!" Instantly, he hugged her tightly and breathed her in. Oh, he was so excited that he would make sure that their story began. "Sorry I was late for tea, I didn't turn those minutes into nanoseconds, but in fact, hours."

"That's nice and all, but how do you know me?"

"I'm doing a favor of sorts, but it is in both of our benefits!" Holding her hand he began to walk her down one of the corridors in the TARDIS. She has watched his show many times, but she knew that going inside the TARDIS' rooms was like playing a wildcard, unless you were telepathic like the Doctor.

"So, where are we going? Woman Wept, Raxacoricofallapatorious, New Earth-"

"We're not going anywhere in the state your in." Opening the door, he led inside what seemed to be a med bay. Oh how she dreaded getting shots. Shivering not from the cold, but because of fear, she clung onto the Doctor a little tighter.

"You've got to be kidding me, Doc." Emphasizing the nickname he hated, she had hoped that he would change his mind. He was a doctor, after all, and just because he had an opinion on her condition didn't necessarily mean it was accurate. Although she had tried to annoy him, she wasn't sure that she could deter his judgement, as he was quite the stubborn person. Hopefully, her mother's genes would come into play.

"Do I look like I'm joking?"

"You have a face that tells me you are." Smugly, she began circling around him. This wasn't done smoothly, in fact, after a few seconds she became acquainted with the ground.

"And the position you're in tells me you aren't near a plight that would allow you to venture the unknown."

"Touche, Doc, touche."