The Stolen Earth. Well. Well. Well.
Has RTD finally gone insane??
This was the craziest, wildest, funnest episode yet, and expect to see a lot more of it. This was all I could scribble out immediately.
"Oh no, oh no, oh no," Rose muttered under her breath as she fought her way through the panicked crowds. It was all going so wrong. She had to find the Doctor, or the Earth would be destroyed!
"Look, why do you even care?" she heard Andrew say in a very sarcastic voice, several universes away. "It's not our Earth. Leave it to roast!"
"I can't do that!" she screamed. "I know some of these people!"
"Well, you'd better give up and get out soon," he said, "or you'll die with them."
"Oh, shut up!" Rose yelled, and disabled the intercom. Several people were giving her strange looks, but then again, what was a pretty girl who talked to herself when the sky was full of killer aliens? They didn't give her a second glance.
She shouldered her way through the crowd, kicking ankles and elbowing and generally shoving, when she realized that in her haste she'd knocked over a young girl in a white night dress. "Oh, I'm sorry," she said in remorse, and helped the girl get to her feet. When the girl was standing, she realized that the girl was not as young as she'd thought, although it was hard to tell. Her face was unlined, but it had eyes that were both young and old. Her hair was long and blond, and what Rose had taken for a white night dress was really some elaborate Victorian-style creation. Strange, but then Rose must look rather strange herself, with a huge gun slung over her shoulder and her panicked expression. Although everyone looked panicked.
Except this young/old girl, strangely enough. Her young/old eyes regarded her coolly. Rose stammered out an apology and pushed past, eager to get somewhere, even if she wasn't quite sure where. But she felt a light touch on her arm, that quickly turned into an extremely strong hold, and she turned to look into those young/old eyes again. They looked somewhat brown, although with the red light of explosions lighting everything it was impossible to know for sure.
"Look, please let go of me, I'm sorry I knocked you over, but I'm in a rather large hurry-"
"The Doctor, right?"
Rose stared, silent.
The strange girl sighed. "Look, you're no use to anyone, all panicked like that. I suppose we don't have enough time for tea. Still-" another sigh- "-you really shouldn't rely on him so much. You'll give him a swelled head."
"But I've got to find him," Rose explained, feeling that dreadful sense of urgent hoplessness again. "He's the only one who can help."
"Stop bleating that," the girl snapped. "Look, it's obvious. You've got a teleport, right?"
Rose nodded.
"And a large, dreadfully efficient gun."
Rose nodded.
"And a team of scientists to calculate coordinates."
Rose nodded.
"And? This doesn't suggest anything to you?"
Rose shook her head.
The girl heaved the hugest sigh yet. "Rassilon preserve me from ignorant apes who don't know how to use their brains properly. Look. Take the teleport and use it to teleport into the Dalek mothership. Then, take your disgustingly large gun, and kill Davros, Dalek Caan, and any other Daleks that look important. Then grab any important technology that happens to be hanging around, teleport back down, find the Doctor at your leisure, and contact the Shadow Proclamation so they can move you all back. Comprendes?"
Rose nodded, a rather dazed expression on her face. Then she teleported away.
The girl sighed a fifth time.
Rose teleported back.
"What is it?" the girl snapped.
"Who the hell are you?" Rose asked.
"You can call me Fred."
"Isn't that a boy's-"
"Shut up."
I'm not really that annoyed at Rose, but it seems like every time the Doctor shows up, her independence and maturity drop several decimal places! At least most of the other companions could function well enough on their own. Well... actually, forget I said that. coughPericough In any case, Romana wouldn't have just gone around panicking that she couldn't find the Doctor.