The phone rang as she finished taking all of the clothes out of the dryer. It was Saturday and the first day she had off for what seemed like ages. "Mickey your phones ringing!" She yelled into the bedroom as she hauled the basket of clothes into the living room.

He looked up from his pillow and moaned. Who would be calling him at—he looked at the alarm clock—two in the afternoon. Oh he had had such a long night at George's bachelor party. "Hellllllooo?" he answered still not completely awake his head pounding after a long night of partying.

"Mickey?" A woman's voice asked, it reminded him of someone he knew a long time ago, but he pushed that thought out of his mind, knowing it was impossible.

He stood up and walked over to the bathroom and started to brush his teeth. "Yaaa, whosh dish?"

"Mickey its Rose," he almost choked on the water in his mouth.

"Roooshe?"

"What?" He spit out the water in his mouth.

"Rose?"

"Yeah hey it's been a while. Look I'm trapped in Idaho and it's a really long story but um we're going to try to find our way over to you guys and I just wanted to call you and tell you. Also can you look up," she leaned over to look at the post cards next to the wall, "Inkom Idaho and tell me where the nearest airport is?

"Actually never mind the guy at the counter is giving me a really annoyed look and I think he wants his phone back."

"Rose what, what?" Mickey stammered unable to create a full sentence.

The Doctor took the phone from Rose, "Hello Mickey! It's been too long! Listen Rose and I will be there shortly and by shortly I mean tomorrow."
"Who is this?" He walked into the living room and gestured for Martha to come over. She walked over and he put the speaker on.

"Mickey this is the Doctor. Listen I would love to chat really but the scary man at the counter seems to really want his phone back so I'll let you go. See you tomorrow." And with that the phone went dead.

Martha looked up at Mickey, "What was that?"

"I think that was Rose and the Doctor."

"That wasn't the Doctor."

"Who knows maybe he regenerated again. Either way we have visitors coming tomorrow." He put the phone down on the table and sat back on the couch trying to understand everything that had happened in the last five minutes.

John stood in the middle of his Tardis his elbows resting on the console and his hands running through his hair.

"John," River said walking over to the frustrated man, "Where do you think they are?"

"I have no idea. BUT, I know somewhere we could start."

"Where?" He stood up and started to put the coordinates into the Tardis.

"Weeeeell it's not as much as where but more like who."

Rose handed the phone back to the man. "Thank you." He grumbled and then put the phone back behind him.

"Is there any way you could or anyone really could give us a ride to the airport?" He shook his head and pointed out to a sign outside.

"The bus will take you; it should already be here by now." She nodded and then dragged the Doctor out by his hand.

"Mmmm where are we going?" He swallowed down a mouthful of hotdog.

"We're going to the bus so that we can go to the airport so we can go to a bigger airport so that we can go and find Mickey and Martha and then somehow find John and your merry crew."

"My merry crew?"

"Oh look here's the bus." A large bus pulled up in front of them. Rose reached into his pocket and pulled out the piece of psychic paper.

She handed the bus driver the paper. "How many stops until the airport?" They guy leaned back in his chair and started to count the air.

"Seven."

"Thank you," She said and walked to the back of the bus and sat down next to the window.

The Doctor came and sat down next to her. He placed the bag of food he had in between his legs. Nervous he started to strum his fingers against the chair in front of him. "Are you okay?" He said turning to her.

She had her elbow leaned against the window and she stared out at the road passing by. "No, no I'm not okay." She looked back at him, her eyes full of sorrow.

"Oh, Rose I'm sorry," He wrapped his arm around her.

"Doctor, can you, can you hold my hand? I know it's stupid but I think it will make me feel better." Without even responding he grabbed her hand. "Do you think they'll find us?"

"Oh I know they will." She pulled her legs up and rested her chin on her knees, wrapping one of her arms around herself the other clasping onto the Doctors hand.

He stared at her, the bad wolf. She was so broken and he had done a major part of the damage. He wished more than anything that she was the same girl he had battled cyberman, daleks, and werewolves with.