"Really, really interesting..." Finn mumbled as he looked over the lizard man's dead (They made sure it was dead this time) body. Rose and Cameron watched with interest as Finn pulled out a weird metal tool and prodded the body with it.

"That's disgusting," Rose groaned as its body ripped open.

"I'd look away, it only gets worse," Cameron warned her.

After Rose turned around and heard disturbing noises for several minutes, eventually Finn was done. They put the body in a white bag and placed it in a metal container, where Finn labeled it with a complex combination of numbers and letters. "Listen, I'm going to go take this down to the storage. Could you get Rose her gun, Cammy?"

"Sure, if you promise to never call me that again," He rolled his eyes at Finn and turned to Rose. "Let's go, sweetheart, I'll show you the way."

Rose raised an eyebrow at being called sweetheart but Cam just grinned. She followed him out of the lab and back into the large hub. "So have you seen lizards like that before?"

"Two other times in the past week alone we've seen them. It's funny, all the creatures that leak into the world follow patterns like that it seems. They all bleed through at the same time or once a year or whatever... But we do a pretty good job of keeping them quiet."

"Yeah, I could tell that when the entire area was abandoned and you guys were screaming at each other in a car swerving around the roads," She joked, doing her tongue-out-of-teeth smile. Then, for a second, she had a sudden realization. She hadn't done that smile since the Doctor had left.

"We call them scaleys, but the official name is-"

"Some form of homo-reptilia?" She interrupted, walking down a small hallway with Cam.

"How'd you know?" He stopped walking and looked her in the eye, a peak of curiosity in his expression.

"Um..." Never had she wanted more to be able to tell the truth. "Just a guess."

"No, it's not," Cameron chuckled a little and continued walking.

"What?"

"It's not a guess, you've heard about them, somewhere. Anyways, let's get you a gun."

Rose decided it was best to drop the topic when they walked into the Torchwood armory. It was another large underground room with weapons lining every wall top to bottom. Men and women walked around all over examining different weapons and talking amongst themselves, and the floor shifted from fancy wood to cold metal at the doorway to the room. Cameron walked in and turned to her, arms gesturing towards the magnificence of the armory. "Like what you see?"

"It's... Huge," Rose commented, staring around in wonder.

"Not the first time a beautiful woman has said that to me," He winked and she blushed bright red.

"Shut up and find me a gun," She sassed, nodding towards the wall.

"Yup. Not the first time someone has said that to me either. Alright, so, what kind of gun do you like? Normally we start you out with something pretty basic but it looks like you already know how to use a gun so... Maybe..." Cameron walked over to the wall to their right and picked up a gun that looked a little like an assault rifle, only a bit bigger. He handed it to Rose and she nodded her head.

"Fits pretty well."

"Nope, too heavy," He murmured to himself, putting it back. "Try this one."

After about two hours, Rose was exhausted and had a fitting gun. Cameron had been very picky about her weapon, putting it back even when she said it was perfect for her. However, she didn't doubt him and assumed he knew what he was doing. He had told her she could go home for the day and she thanked him and left Torchwood. At home she showered and changed into pajamas, not even bothering to talk to her Mum or Pete since she was too tired. The second she walked back into her bedroom, she noticed another package. With the same writing on it as previously.

Her feet moved her towards the bed and her entire body went numb as her hands lifted the package. Her eyes shifted to the vase on the nightstand with the other two flowers... Orange and red... What could be next? When the cardboard was opened, she pulled out a bright yellow rose. Yellow. What does yellow mean? She opened her nightstand drawer and pulled out her tiny laptop, opening up the screen and pulling up Google.

"Rose Color Meanings"

973,200 results.

As she searched the internet, she found that the meanings varied from website to website. However, as she researched the yellow rose, she came to one meaning that she knew was what he had intended.

'Remember me.'

"Another one? Really?" Jackie's eyes widened as she opened the door to Rose's room, seeing the vase with three roses now sitting in it.

"There's been one every day... What does he mean? Why won't he just talk to me, Mum?" Rose groaned, leaning back onto her bed and putting a pillow over her face to stop the oncoming tears.

"You know what yellow means, right?"

"It means remember me. I know, I Googled it. What if he's here, though? Watching me? And I'd never know..."

"Set up a camera in here or somethin'! Then you can catch whatever's puttin' it in here!"

Rose frowned and sat cross-legged on her bed. "You think I haven't considered that? But what if he doesn't show up after I put up the camera?... What if for some reason he wants to... Has to... Stay hidden?"

"Then he's an idiot! Set up a camera, come on, I've got a video recorder in my room, I'll be right back!" Jackie said, exiting the room.

After Jackie and Rose set up the camera in the corner of Rose's room, focused on her bed, Rose went off to work.

"Please, please work..." Rose mumbled, looking at the camera as she left her bedroom.

A/N: Please review! Sorry this chapter is a little late!