I blinked a few times, a little shocked. I mean, who wouldn't be? Here I am, walking home the adoption agency after being told I would probably never find my birth parents, and here they were, right in front of me. Or at least, they claimed to be my birth parents. How could I be sure? I backed away from them slowly. "What kind of joke is this? Who are you?" I asked, trying to sound tough, but my voice faltered.
"We are your parents, Rose. Now are you going to let us prove it or not?" The man said with a sweet, innocent looking smile.
I couldn't help but trust that smile. "How?" I asked after a few moments of thought.
"Come into my Tardis I will show you."
"Tardis?"
Then the woman took my hand. Her's was a soft, comforting hand. The touch felt familiar. Much like the man's touch, it felt right and comforting.
"Come along, sweetie. Soon you will see." She said and pulled me into the box. Suddenly I stopped cold. I looked around the box's interior for a moment. It wasn't exactly what I had expected. "It… It's…" I began to stutter.
"Yes?" The man said with a smile on his face, as if he expected me to say something.
"It's familiar." I said in a whisper.
The man and woman looked at each other, a little surprised. "Isn't she suppose to have forgotten, dear?" The woman asked with concern.
"She may have retained some memories. She has a good portion human DNA. That part of her may have always remembered a little bit. Now Rose," He said, looking at me with those kind brown eyes,
"may I see your watch?"
I slowly took off my beloved watch, glancing up at them here and there, just making sure they were still there and this wasn't a dream of some kind. I handed it to him. He took it and looked at it for a moment, caressing the face with his thumb a few time. Then he looked up at me. "Now, sweetheart, this is going to feel odd. It may even hurt. But you're going to be fine, okay?"
I nodded my head head slowly in response. I didn't know why I was listening to these people. I didn't know why I hadn't started running for the nearest policeman from the moment they started talking to me, but I wasn't afraid either. Something just seemed right. I couldn't place it, but for the first time in a very long time, I felt I belonged. I felt loved.
Slowly, gently, the man put his nail under a tiny slit in the back of the watch. Within a moment the slit was opened and an orange colored energy began seeping out. Then he took my hand and placed the watch in it. "Welcome home, Rose Song." He said.