A/N A ramble-y chapter I suppose...but aren't they all xD Thank you for the reviews, they are tasty. Please give me more...you wouldn't want me to starve to death now, would you? Would you?

"That was no simple illusion. That was beyond simple. Simple is when you just see! We felt the table and chairs, we tasted those chips! That was incredible advanced illusionary work, must be from a level 7 planet at least..."

Rose nodded, trying to understand.

"So there's definitely something going on."

"They couldn't have made it more obvious. They might as well have put up signs saying 'SOMETHING GOING ON HERE DOCTOR, COME AND INVESTIGATE. TRY THE CHIPS!'"

"So why don't "they" come out and face us instead of hiding behind illusions? I mean, they don't need to hide. Do they?"

"That illusion of the cafe wasn't supposed to just shut down like that," the Doctor frowned, thinking aloud. "It was supposed to fool us into thinking everything was normal and then off we'd go back in the TARDIS. Easy peasy, no trouble. But something must have gone wrong. "

"But we can't really do anything in all this rain and mist..."

The rain had eased off to a light drizzle, the kind you barely feel if you're already soaking wet. Nevertheless, it didn't make things any easier. Plus, a mist had formed, so thick it made the best horror sets look really bad.

"Mist! Mist!" the Doctor slapped himself on the forehead. "Of course!"

"What? Is it a mist monster? Really?"

"Kind of. Most races don't have a proper name for it. My people called them the Vanishing..." there was a pause as the Doctor took a moment to mourn the loss of his people, his eyes somewhere else. "They're like spiders. They wait for their prey to be caught in their web of illusion and then they...then they...well, eat."

"Wait a minute. We're food?" Rose asked.

"Possibly. Maybe. Well, yeah, I suppose. "

"Shouldn't we run or something? I don't really fancy being eaten by an invisible spider!"

"They don't look like spiders. They look like...well, nobody knows! They stay hidden in the mist. And running won't help, except if you want to make it more fun for them. We can't fight off something we can't see!"

The Doctor paused, deep in thought. Plans and strategies began to run through his mind. Which would work best? Then he turned and ran back the way they had come. Rose followed. She wanted to ask what he was thinking, but she had to concentrate on her footing. The damp made everything slippery. The mist seemed to be closing in on them from almost every direction. A little thrill of fear flamed up inside her. And she felt alive, in a way she never had done back home on the Powell Estate.

She would follow the Doctor anywhere. She knew in her heart that one day she would probably follow him to her death. But she pushed the thought away and concentrated on the Mist Monster, as she fondly christened it.

The Doctor had dashed down to the beach. He scrambled over the stone wall, stumbling onto the sand. The tide had receded, exposing a gleaming, wet strip of it. Rose pulled herself over the wall and joined him.

"Now wha-?" but her words were cut off as something indescribable snatched her from the air. Rose felt herself becoming very, very sleepy. And then...nothing.

A/N Whoa! Cliff hanger! Just something I've noticed they do in the show-split up the Doctor and Rose. If it works for the BBC, why shouldn't I try it? This isn't turning out too bad, for something I'm making up as I go along. Oh well, more fun that way. Please review! Love it? Hate it? Want to bash me round the head with a frying pan for what I've done? Got some constructive critiscism? Let me know!