After the third diner they came across didn't serve fish fingers, Kiam began to complain. Rather than dragging him out the door, to find a fourth diner, he sat down instead and bought his son chips, not having anything himself. As soon as Kiam was done eating, and happier again, he re-took up his mission to find himself fish fingers and custard.
Failing that he returned to the park and tried once again to unsuccessfully talk Rose into landing the Tardis. As darkness fell and the Tardis continued to refuse to land he came back around to his original conclusion that something was blocking her. As she continued to try to land he gave Rose strict instructions to watch the scanner and let him know if anything changed.
Hanging up the phone again he turned to his son. The little boy had grown tired of playing and was lying on his back staring at the stars. He laid down on the grass next to him and Kiam pointed up.
"That one Daddy." Kiam exclaimed.
"You want to go there," He asked amused. "What's there?"
"Don't know."
"Well once we have mummy back, we'll find out." He told Kiam. He stood up and brushed himself off and then pulled Kiam up. "Up you get," He said and pulled Kiam to his feet. Together they returned to the diner and shared a banana cream pie between the two of them. Afterwards they were in the park once more and he sat beneath one of the trees and taking off his jacket, he wrapped it around Kiam and took him into his arms. He was still restless but Kiam needed to sleep.
"Close your eyes." He said softly.
"I miss mummy." Kiam whimpered.
"I know." He whispered. "But she'll be back soon enough. Did I ever tell you about the time mummy and I met the queen?"
"No," He replied.
"I had promised mummy a concert in 1979, but we landed in 1879." He began. He told him the story of how they met Queen Victoria but as he was getting to the part about the werewolf he realized Kiam had fallen asleep. Adjusting him slightly he sat with his back against the tree as he fell quiet.
"Goodnight Rose," He whispered and then sat silently and waited for morning to come.
-DW-
After speaking to Rose and confirming that the Tardis was still stuck in it's loop he sat out to find Kiam and himself breakfast. But as they passed by a small shop, an ad in the window for a flat mate caught his wasn't the ad itself but the note above it. In Rose's handwriting he read *This one no 79a Aickman Road Love Rose.*
He sent Kiam into retrieve the ad and note and then started towards the address. As he headed to his destination he stopped off and used his sonic to get money from the ATM, then bought an earpiece for his phone. After getting directions they are arrived at a two story building. Knocking on the door he waited.
A heavy set man opened the door. "I love you." The man said holding out a set of keys with a pink fluffy keychain.
"Well, that's good, because we're your new lodgers." He told the man happily and then looked at Kiam. "Do you know, this is going to be easier than I expected." Kiam nodded at him in agreement.
"But I only put the advert up today. I didn't put my address." The Man protested.
"Well, aren't you lucky we came along? More lucky than you know." As the man looked at him in doubt he decided he had to try to convince him. "Less of a young professional, more of an ancient amateur, but frankly I'm an absolute dream and my son here is quiet as a mouse and very well behaved... most of the time."
"Shouldn't he be in school?"
"Don't ..." Kiam began and he covered his mouth.
"Homeschooled." He said and then made a face as Kiam licked his hand. He pulled his hand away and wiped it on his shirt as Kiam smiled at him.
"Hang on a minute, mate. I don't know if I want you staying. And give me back those keys. You can't have those." The man protested. "Plus I only have one room and there are two of you."
"Yes, quite right. Have some rent." He told the man and held out a bag that he had filled with twenty pound notes. He wasn't that good with money being that he normally used his sonic and psychic paper to pay for things. He saw the surprise cross the man's face and realized he had probably paid too much. "That's probably quite a lot, isn't it? Looks like a lot. Is it a lot? I can never tell."
He goes into the hallway and looks up the stairs. Under the door he can see the lights are flickering. He feels Kiam grab onto his leg and he puts a protective hand on him. "Don't spend it all on sweets, unless you like sweets." He turns to look at Craig.
"I like sweets." Kiam says happily.
Remembering he hasn't greeted him properly he grabs the man's shoulders and then kisses slightly away from both of his cheeks.
"That's how we greet each other nowadays, isn't it? I'm the Doctor. Well, they call me the Doctor. I don't know why." He turns to look at the stairs again. "I call me the Doctor, too. Still don't know why and this here is Kiam."
"Craig Owens." The man says and then asks "The Doctor?"
"Yep." He doesn't bother to pay him any attention. "Who lives upstairs?"
"Just some bloke." Craig answers.
"What's he look like?" He asks curious.
"Normal. He's very quiet." Craig starts to answer but he barely pays attention as he turns and starts to head into the flat. A loud crash resounds from up the stairs. "Usually. Sorry, who are you again? Hello?"
He enters the flat and in the upper right hand corner of the ceiling is a brown patch. "Excuse me?" Craig says following him in.
"Ah. I suppose that's dry rot?" He says to Craig as he examines it.
"Or damp. Or mildew." Craig responds.
"Or none of the above." He says softly.
"I'll get someone to fix it." Craig tells him.
"No, I'll fix it. I'm good at fixing rot. Call me the Rotmeister. No, I'm the Doctor, don't call me the Rotmeister." He looks around. "This is the most beautiful parlour I have ever seen. You're obviously a man of impeccable taste. We can stay, Craig, can't we? Say we can."
"I only have one room." Craig responds.
"That's okay, we can share it. Little guy normally ends up in my bed anyways." He says excitedly.
"You haven't even seen the room."
"The room?" he asks when he realizes Craig was talking to him again.
"Your room."
"My room? Oh, yes. Our room." He exclaims happily. "Take me to our room."
"Yeah, this is Mark's old room. He owns the place. Moved out about a month ago. This uncle he'd never even heard of died and left a load of money in the will."
He looked around the room suspiciously "How very convenient. This'll do just right. In fact." He was interrupted as another loud crash sounded from above. He licked his finger and then stuck it in the air. There was a slight electricity in the air.
"No time to lose." He exclaimed. "I'll take it. Ah you'll want to see my credentials. There." He pulls out his psychic paper and shows Craig several different pieces of information before he tucked it quickly back into his pocket.
"Is that a reference from the Archbishop of Canterbury?" Craig asked in amazement.
"I'm his special favourite." He beamed at Craig. After a moment's pause he asked. "Are you hungry?" He looked towards Kiam who nodded as Craig continued to stare at him. "I'm hungry."
"I haven't got anything in." Craig tried as the three of them headed to the kitchen.