My eyes were glued to the door of the flat.
A million questions and thoughts running through my head as I tried to figure out what had gotten into Jackie.
There were theories from one side of the spectrum to the other. Practical joke gone awry to malign possession.
After twenty minutes of no activity from the flat, except for the shuffling of Jackie getting ready for bed and a few text tones, I took my chances and glanced to either side of the hallway.
Where's Rose gotten to?", I thought, shaking my head still trying to figure Jackie out.
I turned and began walking down the hallway towards the complex exit in search of my lovely companion back at the TARDIS. It was still cold out and I was half dreading the brisk walk back to the TARDIS. However, I had to find Rose and that was more important than mere momentary discomforts. Plus, I had to asked her what Jackie was playing at.
A few moments later I froze mid-step, What if she isn't playing?
What if she really is pregnant? Rose would have had to have cheated on me with someone else; taken someone else to bed. Rose wouldn't have done that. She couldn't have. I've been with her constantly. If she is pregnant then who's the father?
As I walked out the doors of the complex and into the cold my brain decided to finally catch up with it's self.
Rose already left.
