"Do you have a tarp? I need a tarp." He asked turning to Martha after realizing that there was no way to get the technology he had back to the Smith home dry.
"Why would I have a tarp?" Martha questioned back at him.
"You are in a giant warehouse and you don't have a tarp?"
"Why would we need a tarp?"
"I don't know, for when you want to transport things when it's raining." His arms were flailing around as he tried to emphasize what he was saying while pacing back and forth.
Rose interrupted his rant, "I saw one back at your house Martha, I'll run and grab it." Before either one of them could say anything to stop her from leaving she ran into the rain.
"Should we stop her?" Martha asked him.
"No, if she wanted us to go with her she would have told us. I think she really wants to be alone."
"Rose it's raining." He looked at his wife who was starting to get soaked.
"So?" She asked her face plastered with an enormous smile.
"You can't go on a picnic in the rain."
"Watch me." She skipped out the Tardis and onto the beach. She looked back up at him as she spread out the blanket. "You could join me if you wanted to."
She sat down flashing him another brilliant smile.
"Rose it's pouring." He complained from the doorway of the Tardis, still perfectly dry.
"It is? I barely noticed." She smiled at him her tongue barely sticking out of her mouth. He sighed and took of his jacket and walked out into the rain.
He laid down next to her. She was completely drenched now but she still looked absolutely gorgeous. "I love you and we're both going to catch colds, you know that right?"
She leaned over and kissed him.
"I love you too and what's life without a little risk? Now," she reached into the basket she had brought with her and pulled out a sopping wet sandwich, "eat up."
"Rose," he whined.
"I worked hard on that sandwich."
"It's soggy."
"So are you."
"I wonder why." They had both caught colds that night; but neither seemed to mind having the excuse to stay in bed all day eating soup and watching old movies together. It had been one of her favorite sick days, because she had spent it next to him.
She walked through the streets to get back to Mickey and Martha's house. It was raining but she didn't care. It reminded her of him and that day in the rain. It reminded her of how much she missed him and how lost she felt without his hand in hers.
She didn't know how long she was going to be stuck here but it was killing her. When she found him again, she would never let him leave her sight.
Her shoes were heavy now with water and her jacket dragged her down. She took them both off and decided to hide them somewhere until she came back with the tarp and probably Mickey. She found an alley next to a shop on her way and decided to hide them next to the dumpster. Hopefully they would still be there when she got back.
Walking barefoot and without a jacket she started to make her way to the Smith's house. She knew the city well, not only from growing up there, but the layout was the same in this universe as it was in Pete's.
She missed them. She missed Tony, who was so young and so full of potential. He used to love to have piggy back rides from John. Whenever Rose's family would come and visit them Tony would insist on having a ride from John, even if they weren't going anywhere.
Once her family had gone to the zoo together and Tony had made John carry him through the entire zoo. It made her smile to remember watching the little boy on John's shoulders pointing at the zebra's and informing John that they were horses and not zebras.
She missed Pete. Who would always try to comfort her or make her smile even if everyone else thought it was impossible. Rose remembered one night after having an enormous fight with her mum about wedding details Pete was the one person who had changed her mood from one of anger to a happy one.
He had told her a ridiculous pun, "Hey Rose, I can't find my rutabaga." He walked over to where she was pouting in front of the vegetable garden and sat down next to her.
"Your rutabaga?" She looked over at him, a hint of a smile creeping on her face.
"Yeah have you seen it?"
"No, sorry." He looked genuinely disappointed but then shrugged.
"Oh well hopefully it will turnip." She broke out into laughter. Her sour mood evaporating. He was the best step father anyone could ask for, because he was, in more than one way, her dad.
She missed her mother most of all however. Even the thought that Jackie was permanently no longer part of her life ripped her heart to shreds. Her mother was her best friend.
She remembered the time that Elton Pope had tried to use her mum to get to the Doctor. She had been so furious that the thought of a human absorbing monster attacking innocent people had come second to her mother's feelings.
Jackie had always been there for Rose, every time. She felt so alone now without them, without a family.
One of the only things that had gotten her through all of this was John, and now he was gone too. She knew that she couldn't get Jackie, Tony, or Pete back but she would get John back, no mater the cost.