A/N: Just a short filler chapter, really before I start with 'The Unquiet Dead'.

Reviews would be appreciated.

The Doctor immediately turned to Rose, "Are you okay?" He asked her.

"I'm fine," Rose nodded. "Just a few cuts from the glass but nothing serious. You?"

The Doctor could still feel some glass in his arm but decided just to ignore it until he got home. He could sort it out then, using the First Aid kit. "I'm fine!" He looked at her closely. "Are you sure you're fine? Wasn't it scary in there?"

"It was a bit," Rose admitted. "I thought I was going to die at one point. But I'm out now! And it's all over so I'm fine. No harm came to me!"

The chief firefighter strolled over to the pair with the Doctor's capture from earlier. "If you keep going the way you are, kid, you're going to get yourself killed."

The Doctor nodded, glancing back at the house. "Yeah," he agreed then smiled. "I'll tell you what, I try to stay out of danger from now on. How about that?" The Doctor began to stroll away, pulling Rose with him. "Oh, and sorry about your foot. Got a bit desperate then! Won't happen again!" HE called back to his capture.

"How come that man was talking as if he knows you?" Rose asked as they left the garden via the side of the house, through a gate with took them to the driveway. More firefighters and a couple of trucks were gathered there. Many of the other children from the party were huddled on the front lawn and parents were pulling up in their cars, to take their children away.

"Because he does!" The Doctor responded, as they reached the end of the pavement and began to work alongside the main road, towards Rose's block of flats.

"How?" Rose questioned, frowning.

"Long story," The Doctor replied. He didn't want to go into details. Details would lead to questions and those questions would lead to things he didn't want to bring up.

"We've got time," Rose shrugged.

"It's a boring story," The Doctor told her, his smile gone now.

Rose decided not to pester him about it anymore. It was obvious he didn't want to talk about it. The pair fell into an awkward silence.

"How about chips?" The Doctor asked, finding silence both uncomfortable and boring.

Rose didn't quite understand, "What do you mean?"

"You like chips, don't you?" He queried.

"Of course!" She grinned.

"Then I'll buy you some chips!" The Doctor announced.

"It's nine at night!" Rose exclaimed, she really should be getting home, though chips sounded tempting. "The chippy would be shut, wouldn't it?"

"Not here!" The Doctor grinned. "It's open until ten here!" He too should be getting home but he was pretty sure they wouldn't miss him too much.

"Chips it is then!" Rose announced, laughing.

"Actually," The Doctor frowned, fishing about in his pockets. "I don't have any money."

"Right, change of plan then, I suppose," Rose sighed. "I'll buy the chips! Lead the way!"