After he threw the Tardis into drive it slowly came to a stop. He pulled on his grey jacket but paused and looked back towards the hallway. He took off his jacket and ran to the wardrobe, never stopping until he reached it.
He walked half way through the closet to where he knew it was. Rose had always cringed when he had worn it, because it reminded her of him. It was his jacket though, the Doctor wore bowties now. He wore his long coat.
He pulled it over his light blue t-shirt. It was strange wearing it with a t-shirt and jeans, but it was who he was now. He wasn't the Doctor anymore, but he was himself.
He was John Smith to most, but he was the Doctor to Rose and that's all that mattered really. He walked over to the front door of the Tardis and pushed them open.
It was raining, pouring to be exact. A grin grew across his face as he ran across the room and grabbed the umbrella that Martha had given him earlier.
As he walked through the doorway he pushed the umbrella open and stepped into the rain. It reminded him of when he had gone on a picnic with her.
"Rose it's raining." He watched as she left the Tardis in what could only be described as a small hurricane.
"So?" Her eyes gleamed with excitement.
"You can't go on a picnic in the rain." He knew she wouldn't listen to him; she always wanted the adventure even if it was going to end up making her sick.
"Watch me." She walked out and spread her favorite old blanket onto the ground, getting it soaking wet, "You could join me if you wanted to."
She plopped down on the blanket and smiled at him beckoning him to sit with her, with just one look, it was working.
"Rose it's pouring." He stated, knowing if he went out there out with her they would both end up catching a cold.
"It is? I barely noticed." He sighed knowing that he couldn't resist her and her adorable smile. He took off his jacket, not wanting to get the things in his pockets ruined.
He walked out next to her and laid down, staring at the dark grey clouds above them. "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?"
He missed her so much, it was unbearable at times. He knew that if she was out here somewhere in this rain, she probably wasn't wearing shoes or a jacket. She didn't like to be weighed down, which meant that she was also probably catching a cold.
He had no idea where he was, it looked familiar though, really familiar. He glanced up at the street sign as he turned the corner. He was at the corner of Orchard Street and Galley Way. He almost didn't believe the sign, until he glanced up the street.
"Martha have you found a tarp yet?" He yelled after deciding to follow after her.
"No Doctor, I've been looking for exactly two minutes."
"Right…so where do you think a tarp is?"
"I don't know Doctor; if I did, I wouldn't be looking would I. Look if this is going to go any faster I need you to search somewhere other than where I just looked." She turned around from where she was hunting and pointed across the large room to a doorway, "Why don't you go look over there. That's where they unload everything that comes here so it's probably your best bet."
He followed her command and left her to search by herself. After several minutes of silence she heard a large noise as a pile in the main room toppled over. "Doctor, that's not where I told you to look!" She left the small room adjacent to the commotion prepared to scold a clumsy time lord, but was taken aback at what she actually found.
"Amy we've already been here. See this is room J-12 we've past it twice." Rory said as they walked through a white hallway not for the second time, but the third.
"Well then why don't you direct us then." He sighed and started to try to open the doors on the hallway. "What are you doing Rory?"
"These rooms might have some way of helping us figure out how to get out of here, a-ha," one of the doors opened and he walked into a dull looking office. They stated to go through it until Amy looked behind the door.
"Look it's a fire escape plan." She pointed out.
"Does it show the entire building?" Rory asked coming up behind her.
"Yeah," she studied it for a moment and then turned to look at her husband. "To get to the front door we walk down this hallway make a right, then a left, then two rights, and then we cut across the loading dock and the main storage area to get to the main doors."
"Okay, ready to go?" She nodded and reached down and grabbed his hand pulling him out into the hallway.
Rose was completely soaked now. She walked up the street until she reached it, 42 Galley Way. It was the same house as it had been when they had moved into it. The door was still the same dark blue. The white gate was still identical. She smiled as she saw the same gnome sitting in the middle of the flowers. The same gnome John had gladly donated years ago.
Everything was the same that is everything but him. He was still missing. She wished that he was here. That he was on Galley Way with her.