"Rose what are you doing?" Jackie stood in the doorway looking at her daughter. She was in her wedding dress looking into the mirror, although she should have been downstairs already.
"I'm just trying to convince myself that this is all real."
"Of course it's real sweetie." Her mother came and sat down next to the bride. "The Doctor loves you and today is your day, so just get out there!"
"Rose, Rose," she felt someone shaking her gently, "we're here." Why was John waking her up? What time was it? Her heart sunk as she realized that she wasn't in her bed with John next to her.
She was still on the bus next to the Doctor. She stood up and followed the time lord off the bus. She was still holding his hand as they climbed off and walked into the small airport.
The Doctor, realizing that Rose wasn't completely awake walked up to the counter. "Yes, hello we need two tickets to London." The woman at the counter looked up, her eyebrows arched.
Rose looked at the Doctor and sighed. "Can we get two tickets to Salt Lake?" The woman typed something into her computer and turned to look at Rose. "Do you have a credit card?" The Doctor pulled out his psychic paper and handed it to the woman. "Names?"
"Rose Tyler and Mickey Smith." Rose answered. The Doctor looked over at her confused.
"Identification?" The Doctor pointed at the psychic paper.
"We already gave it to you." The woman looked shocked as she realized that she already had their driver's licenses. She handed them back their tickets and the psychic paper.
"Have a good flight."
The Doctor leaned over and whispered to Rose, "Two questions, first, why are we going to Utah? Second, Mickey? Really?"
"Well we need to get a flight to a bigger airport and from there we can get a flight to London. And I couldn't say the Doctor and I wasn't going to say…." she couldn't let him use the name John; she couldn't even say it herself.
He picked up on what she was trying to say. "Mickey Smith, okay, not the name I thought I would use today." They walked to their gate and then sat down. "So how long until our plane is here?"
"Um…" she read the ticket, "three hours."
"THREE HOURS! Rose," he whined, "what am I going to do for three hours?" She laughed, a real genuine laugh, the first one since she had found herself separated from John.
Amy sat in the chair next to the console in complete ruin. "It's all my fault." She buried her face in her hands, "It's completely my fault."
Rory and River tried to comfort her but nothing they said made her feel any better. "Amelia?" John said after landing the Tardis, "I don't want to bring everyone with me, because I need some of you to stay and do research on the Doctors and Rose's whereabouts, but I was wondering if you would come and help me find the person I'm looking for?"
Amy looked up, she had stopped crying, "Why me?"
"Cause Amelia Pond," he said popping the p, "I have a feeling that you will be very helpful." He walked over to her and out stretched his hand wiggling his fingers until she took it.
"Rose," the Doctor said turning to look at his blond companion, "how much longer do we have?" she looked over at the clock on the wall and then back down at her ticket, "we only have twenty minutes left." He stood up and started to pace back and forth.
"Do you know what I hate?" She looked up at him.
"What, what do you hate?"
"Traveling that takes so long." She could only laugh at the man in front of her. He was similar in many ways to the Doctor she had known but in other ways he was different.
It would take her a while to adjust to it, but she felt like she would be able to soon. She would be able to be friends with him again. "Look," she said pointing to the gate door, "they're boarding."
The Doctor grabbed her hand and yanked her up into the line of passengers. They were able to get on the plane quickly. He sighed looking at the size of the plane, "it's tiny."
"You travel around the universe in a police box."
"Yes, but that's bigger on the inside. This," he said gesturing to the plane, "is smaller on the inside."
"Come on," she dragged him down into a seat.
They walked into a busy and packed bar. John dragged Amy through the crowd of people by her hand. She looked at everyone she passed by, each a different type of alien. "Are we in an Alien bar?"
John stopped and looked back at her, "weeeeeeell it's not a human bar." She nodded and continued to follow him back to a booth.
"You know what this reminds me of? It reminds me of that one scene in Star Wars, the one where they're chasing that one girl." John glanced back at the red headed girl he held on to, not wanting to lose her in this mix of people, and laughed. He could see why the Doctor cared about her so much.
"Right, well we're here." He dragged her into the booth and then closed the curtains in front of it, blocking the rest of the bar from seeing them. "He should be here by now, but that is like him, never where you want him."
Amy sat next to John and watched him as they waited. The man was a wreck. He kept on playing with his wedding ring and when he wasn't doing that he was running his hands through his hair. He was nervous and anxious. He missed Rose and it was obvious.