Hey there, I know it's been a long time, but hey! Here now. I'm eating ice cream and watching Netflix so this may take a while. I'll time it. Right now it's 9:30 pm. Let's go.

Back in the TARDIS, the day after Vivian's arrival.

Rose paced her still small area. Thoughts raced around in her head, little bits of memory-both of the past week and of the missing cause of the Doctor's regeneration. Shaking her head, she searched her entire body for signs of power or magic. No glowing hands or magic fog, not even a suspicious looking mole. Nothing radiated power or anything.

Well, except for the words.

Bad Wolf was pure power-that much was obvious. They were stalkers of words, always following the Doctor and her around. Spray painted, named organizations, and somehow found its way onto a Germen bomb. They'd never figured out what it meant, although after the Doctor regenerated, he became considerably less interested in the words. Like he'd already figured it out and hadn't bothered to tell Rose

This really pissed her off.

But that didn't matter that he never told her if he figured it out. What mattered was that Rose needed to figure it out soon-really soon. She hadn't really been fed, but she hadn't been hungry. But the aliens-what she'd come to known as the Silence-could still kill her, and the Doctor was still missing. But something was wrong…

Rose lost her train of thought for a moment, and then shook her head. Instinctively, she looked on the wall, counting the tally marks on the wall. Before there were 47 tally marks, but now there were 50. They were coming in groups more and more often, like they were waiting for her to suddenly realize, "Hey! I have magic lightning eyes that I for some reason never knew! Wow!"

She took her hand and slammed it against the glass in anger. "Agggggh!" Rose cried out, pounding on the walls again and again. "Let! Me! Out!" she hit the walls, with threats of a promised death. She screamed again, each time pounding on the wall harder and harder.

"Is that really necessary? Those walls were built to hold in rhinos," a woman commented. Vivian. Rose groaned, as Vivian appeared, as she always did, out of thin air. Rose considered grabbing onto her leg as she disappeared, but she always was too late, and would fall on the hard ground, or too soon, and Vivian would stop whatever she did to disappear and just glare at Rose until she scooted away without dignity.

"Did you kidnap them too?" Rose muttered, her heart still pumping from her mad attack on the walls.

"Once. We believed that they had something to offer us. Turns out they didn't. Anyway, we kept the cages," Rose couldn't tell if she was kidding or not, but she wasn't in the mood to be teased and mocked.

"Oh, how nice," Rose muttered under her breath.

"I came to interrogate you again," Vivian told her as if she were commenting on the weather.

"Again? Did you just do it during a little while ago? When the Silence came in here?" Rose asked, not really expecting an answer.

"Yes, and during that time you had to answer honestly but you don't remember it. Now though, there are no Silence to force you, just you and me. I want to get a sense of who you are. So if you fail to find your power and realize it, I can pull it out of you," Vivian explained, and for the first time, Rose saw her as more than mean and cruel. She saw coldness in her, one that couldn't be anything short of personal. Rose almost asked about it, but drew back, knowing that Vivian loved to have reasons to punish her.

Instead she said, "Sounds painful," she adjusted herself, and thinking that she might as well go along, said, "What do you want to know?"

"What is your mother's name?" Vivian asked her without hesitation, like she'd practiced it in front of a mirror.

"Jackie Tyler," Rose answered in a drone like voice, already bored out of her wits.

"Fathers?" Vivian asked. Rose opened her mouth to reply, and then closed it, thinking hard.

"Father's what? What do you want to know about him?" she asked, feeling brave. Vivian narrowed her eyebrows.

"Name. What is your father's name?" she repeated, clearly annoyed.

"Oh. That. It's Pete Tyler," she knew all of this stuff anyway, so what difference does it make?

"Any siblings?" she asked, and Rose almost shook her head that and said that she was an only child, but then remembered that she had a little brother. Tony. Rose always felt bad that she didn't stay home with him more often, watch him grow up and spend time with him like normal sisters did. She saw him every month or so, and each time he was bigger and older.

"A little brother, Tony," Rose replied softly.

"What is the Doctor to you?" Vivian asked with a wicked smile. Rose didn't know what to say, and honestly she didn't know herself.

"He's my best friend…like my other half. I know him as well as he knows him. He's sorta…mad, and brilliant, and crazy. He's wonderful," Rose tried to put it into words and then sighed, sitting down again.

"That's not what you said under the influence of the Silence," she looked like Christmas had come early.

"What did I say under the influence?" Rose could tell that she was treading on dangerous ground. She doubted that Vivian would tell her.

"All in good time, dearie," she said, and Rose groaned.

"Anything else?" she asked.

"A few more things. Where was the first place that you went to with the Doctor?"

"The end of the earth. When the sun engulfed the planet Earth and it got roasted," she replied simply.

"Sounds like a lovely date," Vivian comments off topic.

"Is that it?" Rose asked. "I need to sulk in silence. Ha-ha, pun intended."

"I'm done for now. You're a lot more straight forward when you're under the influence of the Silence," Vivian said, and then faded away into nothing. As usual.

Rose sat down, rubbing her temples in anxiety. Suddenly, she felt a jabbing in her palm, poking her skin. She pulled her hand in front of her face, inspecting it for any sign of damage. There, was a tiny sign that escape was possible. A little slit of broken glass jammed into her palm. Rose pulled it out, examining it, and then the glass wall, until she found the broken area that matched.

"Silence: 50, Rose Tyler: 1," she smiled.

Okay, so before I tell you what time it is, in my defense I had to stop midway to do chores. Before it was about 9:30 pm. Now its 11:36 pm. Yes. It took me over two hours. Don't judge me. There was food and Netflix. Joy.