Entry Twelve - France (1900)

So I was in the TARDIS library today (it's very extensive, I assure you) poking about because the Doctor refused to land us anywhere, he said I needed a bit more time to recover fully before any extraneous activity. And it is a fair point to note that I still wasn't feeling by absolute best and that even if we tried to go to some nice pleasure planet we'd more than likely still end up embroiled in some sort of... something that requires running, to say the least. He even let me sleep in, and then made me breakfast (okay he can cook. Specifically, he can cook some brilliant pancakes).

Then he started fiddling with the console, actually... that was adorable... he had this sort of head lamp thing and these magnifying spectacle attachments and if anyone else in the known universe had ever worn that in front of me I would have teased mercilessly, as it was I only teased a little. But eventually I ran out of trashy magazines, put them away neatly, and decided it was time to find a book in that behemoth of a library we've got. So I was going through all that and what do I find? That's right, 500 Year Diary. Of course I'd never invade the Doctor's privacy like that (...right?) but I didn't immediately know what it was so I cracked it open to find out and then I had to scan a page or two before I understood. So what do I discover? I've been going on and on about how I've never properly been to Paris and he's gone with someone called Romana. Now obviously this isn't exactly cause for jealousy or anything, but... no I wasn't jealous. Not at all.

So I went back to the console room, 500 Year Diary in hand, and tapped my foot on the grated floor until he came sliding out from under the console looking his adorably dorkiest.

"What?" he asked and then got all wide eyed at what I was holding in my hand. "Did you read that?"

That was when I started to feel a bit guilty, "Umm, no. Not really. Okay, I read maybe two pages but I didn't know it was your diary or anything, I just thought it was this massive volume of... I dunno."

The Doctor frowned a bit drawing his eyebrows together in the way that he does but then just as quickly grinned one of those grins and I ventured to smile too. "I suppose... I wouldn't really mind, I just- I haven't seen that thing in years, decades probably."

"Well," I cleared my throat, "on the two pages I read it mentions something about Paris and someone called Romana, and- does the Mona Lisa really not have eyebrows?"

He seemed very amused over that and in the end he decided that if I really wanted to go to Paris then we'd go to Paris, and if we were going to Paris (and I had a killer outfit waiting in the wings) then why not kill two birds with one stone.

We went to the Exposition Universelle in 1900 Paris.


I'd never been to a World's Fair before. Unsurprisingly really seeing as though the fad apparently died out around the forties, but it was brilliant. There were all kinds of inventions there, things that were common place now, well, in my time, and others that just looked downright archaic. But everyone was so impressed and in awe that it was hard to see them as anything other than ingenious. They talked about the first talking film, they introduced Campbell's soup, and publicised the escalator. But the Doctor's favourite bit was, unsurprisingly, the massive telescope that he told me was still the largest telescope in the world in my time. I didn't tell him so, but I thought it was quite cool too, though hardly bite sized.


After we'd had our fill of the fair the Doctor decided that if we were in Paris we had to have a meal, so we went to this posh restaurant (after a spin back to the TARDIS though cause even the Doctor had the common sense to change into the great tux of doom) that was supposed to be a very good example of the Belle Epoque, which we were apparently in. I hadn't had anything to eat since breakfast (which was about twelve hours ago at this point, but I was wearing a corset so...). It all felt a bit like Gigi and I said so. The Doctor pretended to have no idea what I was talking about but later I heard him humming 'The Night they Invented Champagne'. I gave him this expression.


Afterwards we walked around a little more. It really was beautiful and everything I had hoped that it would be. But then the Doctor got a 'hankering' for a crêpe so we jumped into the TARDIS and popped forward about a hundred years before stopping at a crêperie at the bottom of the Eiffel Tower. We both got chocolate and banana, and I ate the whole thing looking up at the Tower. It looked exactly the same as it had in 1900, except maybe the hydraulic lifts were a bit newer. We finished the crêpes and then he sighed and asked if I wanted to go up. I did. So we did.

As we looked out over Paris, I asked him if he'd ever been up before and he said he did once, with Romana. I didn't ask who she was.

Just before we went back to the TARDIS a little boy with a balloon tied to his wrist came up to us and asked us if we were in a film, it took me far too long to realise he meant cause I was still all dolled up for 1900. The Doctor said that we were and to hold on for the special effects. Then we went into the TARDIS and took off.

Until next time.

Entry Eleven - Kalab Ting (3)

I did, of course, realise what was happening to me. I'd been contaminated and now I was sick, mutating, dying, either one. I couldn't decide what was worse. I wanted to stay alive, sure, but I wanted to stay me. My brain was pretty much shut off to anything accept panic, but I started thinking that if this was it. If this was going to be when I died then perhaps I should say things that I hadn't said before. So I opened my mouth and started speaking, even though I couldn't hear anything. My vision was getting a little blurry but I could see the Doctor stop struggling to get past Monlie and her makeshift spear, she must have been stronger than she looked.

And I kept talking until I realised that Monlie was looking at me a bit pityingly and the Doctor shook his head. I stopped speaking, and shook my head. I had no idea what he was trying to tell me. Then he took the psychic paper out of his pocket and held it up for me to see, still standing a couple of meters away. With my blurred vision, constant coughing, and miserable pain it took me a moment to read it; "You're not speaking." There were no words coming out of my mouth. I couldn't hear. And now I couldn't speak. I felt tears start to cut paths through the dirt now caked on my cheeks.

I was then struck by a particularly bad coughing fit, that racked my body and fuzzed my mind further. I felt my head buck and then a terrible pain went shooting through my head and then everything was black.

I woke up in hospital. A very posh hospital that was all white and minimalist. I was hooked up to some sort of intravenous pink solution and it was all a bit off-putting until I realised I wasn't in any more pain. And I wasn't having trouble breathing. And the TARDIS was parked in the middle of the ward, and the Doctor was poking around the rest of the ward looking at the patients. I opened my mouth to speak and realised that I still couldn't hear, and therefore could probably not speak. I clanged a bit off my IV stand against the metal bit of my bed and was startled to see one of the nurses move round towards the side of the bed. I was even more startled to see that she was a cat sporting a habit. I was on bloody New Earth? I spun round and glared at the Doctor, who gave me this expression:


I opened my eyes wide and then nodded my head towards the cat nun that was fiddling with my IV and the Doctor sort of shuffled his feet a bit and shrugged. I held out my hand cause I would have preferred for him not to be across the room but he put his hand out and touched this sort of force field thingy and then dug the psychic paper out of his pocket and held it up, which said "Quarantine". I wrinkled my nose and shot another disparaging glance at the cat nun, and he frowned and the psychic paper said; "Sister Lelm" and then, "You're going to be okay". I was relieved.

We communicated through him telling me things via the psychic paper for a couple of hours. What had happened. The Doctor had convinced Molnie that he needed to transport me and that he needed to get everyone of her people off this planet before it destroyed itself and them with it. I had a particularly nasty cut on my leg and this, he inferred, was how I had gotten the virus without imbibing any of the food or water and how it had taken hold so quickly. The virus, it turned out, was real, and was a particularly nasty strand of something called Marwovies, that attacked the senses, shutting them down before working on internal organs and eventually turning them to jelly. It was a slow process of death and a particularly nasty virus to get rid off. All this had been deducted from the TARDIS sick bay, of course.

Molnie, he said, at this point was wandering all about the TARDIS fascinated. He didn't even let her off before he moved the TARDIS to the best hospital he could think of in this time, New Earth. Then they spun round the Shadow Proclamation, Molnie said her story and decisive action was taken against the Piroquay Corporation, shutting down their operations and convicting most of their top operatives of manslaughter for not evacuating the planet once their terraform had failed. This was Judoon justice, the Doctor said, and didn't seem to happy about it but I have never met a Judoon and didn't really know what that meant. He personally oversaw the evacuation of the Malinkings until Kalab Ting was officially closed down as unsafe for visitation. Those who were sick were brought to hospitals and those who weren't were taken to Shadow Proclamation refugee camps, which he assured me were nothing like the ones on Earth.

After a couple of hours, while he was explaining all this I heard a sort of buzzing an my ears which grew and grew until I could fully hear, I opened my mouth. "And how long were you gone from here?" I asked.

He looked very pleased that I could speak again and said, "About ten seconds."

It wasn't long after that when Sister Lelm unhooked my IV and smiled at me. "Your partner is very dedicated, he stayed here all the while you were sick. We could not even persuade him to use the proper parking accommodation," she said nodding towards the TARDIS.

I had to stiffle a laugh and nodded, "Yeah." She was so kind to me that it was hard to remember that she was part of a sisterhood who had thousands upon thousands of humans growing in the intensive care unit being pumped full of disease. But then she lowered the barrier and I jumped out of bed and the Doctor and I hugged something like this:


Later, when we were back on the TARDIS and he was spinning dials and walking around the console while I sat on the jumpseat with my feet propped up I asked, "Didn't it bother you, going back to New Earth. The Sisterhood were there, we obviously hadn't been yet, they still had their human farm downstairs."

He hesitated for a moment, his hand hovering over a lever, and then nodded, "Yeah, no I didn't like it."

"Then why?"

"Marwovies is incurable on fifty-seven systems, Rose," he said and then went back to tinkering. "And I didn't want any Rose flavoured jelly, I prefer banana. Now," he stood back up and looked at me, crossing his arms and leaning against the console, "what was it you were trying to say back in the cave? It looked awfully important."

I laughed at his swift topic change, but sort of understood why. But the time for saying things was over. Today I lived. So I reached over to the bin under the jumpseat where I found a board with a marker and scribbled a note.


He laughed, and I laughed and he said, "I think we could both do with one," and set the coordinates for Mebdinida where they've apparently the best cider this side of M87.

Until next time.

Entry Ten - Kalab Ting (2)

I don't quite fancy being tied up and told I may be mutating. It's just... well I can't imagine anyone would like it really. I had rather hoped to get out of it myself, but things were not looking good with my new, red, best friend hovering over me and telling me I'd be required to stay here for a few weeks. But I still wasn't too concerned. The Doctor was still around somewhere and I knew he wouldn't just leave me fallen in a hole. He'd come find me. But I hate being rescued.

"Well, if I'm contaminated and may be mutating why are you here? Aren't you afraid you're going to get contaminated too?"

"I have been selected by the council," she said.

I raised my eyebrows, any other gesture was a bit beyond me at this point, "You have a council?"

She looked confused and vaguely insulted, "We have a society."

"Right yes, of course you do, didn't mean..." I trailed off, not quite knowing what to say anyway and knowing that whatever it was wasn't going to make a rit of difference.

I took this opportunity to look around. Well it was definitely some sort of cave. Like an Earth cave, but then again the topside didn't look all that different from Earth either.


"I'm called Rose," I finally said after a long time of silence, "what's your name?"

Her face sort of lit up and she said, "Like the flower! I have heard of them! I saw them in a book once, beautiful. We had flowers here once, my name is Monlie."

I asked her what had happened, and she told me. Kalab Ting was an uninhabitable planetary body made of nothing but rocks and dirt. It's orbit was far enough from it's suns that it was perpetual winter, but there was never any snow because there was no water. It could not sustain life. Until the Piroquay Corporation moved in. They specialised in some sort of newfangled technological terraforming. They created an atmospheric shell to simulate seasons, they created a water source by importing hydration and irrigation, they basically covered the entire planet in a sort of sod from the sound of it. And then it was habitable. Beautiful and pleasant.

It seemed a bit off to me, they still didn't have a natural water supply and surrounding a rock with grass doesn't mean that grass is getting nourishment. Apparently Piroquay intended to do this to thousands of planets in order to make more room for the expanding Human Empire. Or so said my dear friend, Monlie.

"So you weren't born here?"

"No no," she said, "I was born on Malinking, a beautiful planet. The grounds were red and the forests blue, I had trouble understanding the colours when I first came here."

"Why did you come here?"

"I was brought here, my whole family. Our planet was becoming more and more crowded when the humans moved in, so we were brought here."

I sat up, well, as best I could, which was not much, "You were relocated?" She nodded, "That's horrible. How long after you arrived did the virus come?"

She shrugged, and it seemed to me like she didn't want to answer. "About a month," she finally said, and I wondered how many people she'd lost. How many of her friends and family had died or been mutated or whatever, but it seemed clear to me by now that Piroquay had mucked it up.
It was about this time that I heard the familiar sounds of the TARDIS materialisation circuit and sighed a breath of relief. Monlie on the other hand jumped to her feet, grabbed her makeshift spear and stood there gaping at the police box that was now standing in front of her.

"'Bout time!" I called when the Doctor walked out of the TARDIS and stood there staring at Monlie with a bit of a shocked expression.

"You okay?" he asked me.

"Oh yeah, just fine, contaminated, mutating, tied up... nothing serious. Doctor, this is Monlie my friendly captor, don't worry she's just following orders we're getting on quite nicely, and Monlie, this is the Doctor."

He took a step forward but Monlie poked her spear at him and he stopped, raising his arms in surrender. I told him everything Monlie'd told me about the terraforming, the virus, and Piroquay.

"Of course!" he shouted, "Why didn't I see it before? It's so obvious, oh I am thick!"

I was still tied up by the way, "What? Something got mucked up, right?"

"Yeah, it's the terraforming, it's gone wrong. Terraforming is all well and good providing a stable environment, Kalab Ting didn't have that! They created it artificially! It's like, um.. Oh! Star Trek III!" I shook my head, never seen it. "Okay there's this planet and they terraform it with this Genesis thingamabobsis and it's all right as rain for a while but then it all starts collapsing. It's not really all that realisitic in the film, obviously, it is a film, the ground starts shaking and everything collapses, literally and these Klingons are doing their Klingon thing and-"

"Doctor, please can you just get to the point?" The ground really was cutting into my back at this point.

"Oh, yes, of course, point: This planet is collapsing, but it's doing so in a natural state of accelerated progression. It was made and now it's breaking. Like a transplant patient. It's rejecting the terraform. And the parasites living on it. Sorry," he said to Monlie, "that's you lot."

"But they're dying and they've got me all tied up and ho can they just be rejected? Where are they meant to go?" I asked and then coughed.

The Doctor got very pensive for a moment and I watched him trying to think of something, but then my throat felt like it was constricting, and I coughed again trying to get air through my windpipe, but couldn't quite manage. I wasn't choking or anything, but there definitely wasn't enough air coming through. If I'd been scared at all before, I was plain terrified now. And then it wasn't just my throat, it was my chest and my head. It sort of felt like I was going to explode. I realised I'd had my eyes closed and opened them. Monlie had taken a few steps back from me and was holding her spear in front of the Doctor who looked like he was trying to take a few steps forward. I could see his mouth moving, and he was saying my name, but I couldn't hear anything. Nothing. Not even the sounds of the cave.

More tomorrow.

Entry Nine - Kalab Ting

With no ideas in mind the Doctor and I decided that it was time to randomise. As I said before. I love randomise, we always get into the best adventures when we randomise. Never know where we're gonna land, when we're gonna land, could be anywhere or anywhen, it's brilliant!

So after being awakened in my usual fashion and a good proper English breakfast (I cooked, the Doctor toasted and opened tins, though he still maintains he can cook, remains to be seen), we made our way to the console room and randomised.

The TARDIS went spinning through the Vortex and we both got thrown about the console room laughing. I tried to run the opposite direction of the way she was rocking and it turned into a sort of game until abruptly, very abruptly, she came to a stop and we both went tumbling to the floor. I laughed so hard I could hardly breathe.

Once we'd picked ourselves up off the TARDIS floor we both cast glances at the door, and then at each other. He raised his eyebrows, "Anything could be out there."

I grinned and then punched him lightly in the stomach and we both ran for the door.


Outside was... nothing. Well, not nothing in the sense that there could be nothing. There were buildings, and trees, and carnival equipment, but there were no people no sign of anything living at all, no nothing.


Even the Doctor was silent for awhile. But we'd materialised on the roof of some kind of building so we decided there was just a good a place to investigate as anywhere else.

It seemed like the building we were on, henceforth known at Building A, was the center of some sort of 'main drag' as the Doctor likes to say. It was some sort of governmental building. And there were papers still around. It seemed like we were on Kalab Ting, which the Doctor only knew vaguely, nothing he could think of to warrant the complete desertion that appeared to have taken place. The only clue was the continual mention of some sort of corporation called Piroquay that did scientific things that I didn't understand but made the Doctor frown. I did not quite like that, the Doctor frowning is a scary thing. We looked round some more.



"Rose," the Doctor said in that voice that always gave me cause for concern, "stay close to me, don't go wandering off?"

He didn't have to tell me twice. I nodded and opened my mouth to respond but it was at that exact moment that I took a step forward and the ground gave way. I am not sure if it was rotting over some sort of mine shaft or if someone had dug a hole there for more sinister reasons, but while I was falling, and falling, and falling I didn't really think about why there was a hole there it was enough that there was and it seemed, after everything I'd seen, a very stupid way to go out and I thought this until everything went black.

I came to lying on something that felt very much like rock, feeling very sore but very much alive and unbroken. I looked round for the Doctor, though when I tried to sit up I couldn't, and that was when I looked at my hands. They were restrained with some sort of canvas rope, which meant two things 1) there were people here, and 2) I was probably in a lot of trouble.

"Hello?" I called and was answered by a very dirty, and very red, looking girl who couldn't have been any older than fifteen, although she had some sort of spear fashioned out of scrap metal, that did not bode well for me.

"You have come from the outside," she said and advanced very slowly, "You are contaminated, you will not be aloud among the enclave."

Contaminated?? This was getting worse and worse. And I really hoped that the Doctor was okay.

"Okay," I said, "no enclave. I can live with that. I think. Um, if you untie me I promise I wont go... contaminated with what?"

"The virus," she said, ignoring my query as to whether I'd be untied, "the lucky were killed, the unlucky were mutated."

"Mutated?!"

"Horrible things have happened here," she said and then brought me a glass of water and a sort of paste. "I have been selected to care for you while we see which one will happen for you."

I rejected the food and water, I was far too worried over the word mutated to want either. "What if neither of them happen?" I asked.

She shook her head, "That has never happened. We moved down here in order to escape the virus. It is the only way we have survived, though everyday another grows sick."

"Okay," I said again, trying to formulate some sort of plan, getting out of here was the first order of business. "How long until you'll let me go."

"Not long," she said, "a few weeks should do it."

More tomorrow.

Entry Eight - Barcelona (!)

Once, in a very stressful situation the Doctor said he wanted to take me to Barcelona. Not the city Barcelona, the planet Barcelona. Due to said stressful times... we never quite made it. Instead we ended up back at the Powell Estate fighting off invading Sycorax while the Doctor took a nap (okay, less nap and more regenerative coma). But after leaving London we realised that we didn't have anywhere specific in mind. The Doctor was all set to randomise (I love randomise, you never know what you're going to get), but then I remembered that he'd never actually managed to take me to Barcelona.

He looked like he was going to go flying through the roof. "Oh, Barcelona! I love Barcelona, we are absolutely without a single question in this great big universe going to Barcelona at this very moment." I laughed, he set the coordinates and moments later we materialised on what he assured me was Barcelona's main drag.

I almost died when we left the TARDIS. The sun is a sort of blue colour and makes everything shine with a sort of blue hue. Gorgeous really. I think different coloured suns were what confused me the most when I first started travelling. In films the suns are always yellow, I just figured they were all yellow, but apparently not. And what colour light gets shined on a planet really does make a difference. Purple is my favourite. I love purple skies to the point where he Doctor makes fun of me for it. But blue might come in a very close second.


Then of course I had to see the dogs with no noses. I really had spent a very long time imagining them in my head. I thought maybe they'd have big holes in their faces, but that doesn't really make sense. It might get very messy, plus, why would anything be born with a giant hole in the middle of their face? Anyway, they've got fur though, so it only stands to reason that they'd just have fur. I am not sure why I did not think of this.

But anyway, immediately after disembarking the TARDIS, with a little extra time for me to squee and the Doctor to look very proud of himself, I said we had to find a dog. He was already all over it. I chased him down the street as he took off, coat flapping in the wind (I swear he hit a small child in the face with his coat tails at one point), it's apparently very windy on Barcelona, until finally he found an old woman walking... what really looked like a English sheepdog and stood with his arms sticking out all akimbo (love that word, akimbo) just short of saying 'Ta da!'. But the dog had no nose. No nose! I mean, I was prepared but it looked so silly I just laughed until finally I had to say the requisite; "How does he smell?"

The lady just stared at me as I collapsed into giggles and the Doctor laughed too until finally he says "Awful!" and we got our absolute proof... as she walked away rather offended, that they do not have Monty Python on Barcelona.

Anyway, here's our puppy friend:


We don't know his name since his owner went off in a huff (at least I got a photo first), but the Doctor's calling him Harvey.

Then we went into a shop on the 'main drag' as the Doctor calls it. I suppose 'main drag' isn't a bad description of it. It certainly looked like it'd be. Lots of shops, like Oxford Street or the Champs-Élysées... I need to make the Doctor take me to Paris sometime, I've never been properly and I for a fact he took someone called Romana, but all that's beside the point. In the ship there were all the delicacies of the planet. Cream puffs and something that looked like a sort of weird jelly, but the Doctor said they were well know for their candied nuts, so we got some of those, warm, and ate them while we went down the street. They were delicious and we both made a mental note to buy some more before we left for a rainy day (though he says he never travels on rainy days, unless it's an accident or atmospheric disturbance. I asked when it wasn't atmospheric disturbance and he said that was a fair point).

At the end of the 'main drag', henceforth called by it's proper name Helanci Street, was Barcelona Castle. The Doctor explained that the monarchy of Barcelona had been overthrown ages ago but that, like the rest of Europe, the palaces were still there and used for tourism. Barcelona has a very strong tourism industry and is very popular with colonist humans who miss the old planet. I didn't ask what'd happened to the 'old planet' since it was only the year 7,000,001 and the Earth hadn't seen it's final days yet.

But Barcelona Castle was gorgeous. All Disney looking. The Doctor said it was Luxembourgy looking, but I told him I wasn't sure that was a word. He asked me when that had ever stopped him before. We both laughed. We didn't tour it, since the Doctor said the lines were usually outrageous and you couldn't see much of anything ever anyway, so we took a photo of me outside.


After that we explored a little more, on foot and by rickshaw (they had rickshaws!) and every time either one of would see a dog with no nose we'd shout "How does he smell!?" And people looked at us very strange. We ended the tour back where we started from, but stopped in a small bookshop near the TARDIS where the Doctor bought about twelve enormous looking tomes and I picked up a few beachy reads and some of my trashy magazines (which I fully intend to put away properly, I'm so sorry TARDIS). The Doctor peered at my selection and raised and eyebrow. "I hope you don't think this streak of normalcy is going to continue," he said and I thought about a minute.

"We haven't gotten into any trouble lately," I said.

"The trouble's just the bits in between, just like I said to you mum last Christmas," the Doctor said, thumbing through a book on the history of a species called the Mumintax.

I smirked, just a bit, and tried to raise an eyebrow but both went up anyway, "Yeah but we both know you were lying."

He smiled at me like he wasn't sure whether to chastise me for that comment or agree. He went with agree. "Just you wait, Rose Tyler," he said, "there's plenty more trouble out there, just waiting for us."

We both stood there grinning stupidly for a second but then the man behind the counter handed over our purchases and he took my hand and we went back to the TARDIS. We forgot to buy the candied nuts.

Until next time.

Entry Seven - Earth (Still)

Couple of things today, no photos as it's a long one.

First, the Doctor is clearly insane. I understand that eighty years is not a long time to someone who's already lived for over nine hundred and is nowhere near slowing down, but to gripe on about something so absurd is ludicrous. All day he followed me around with glasses of water telling me that I should keep my skin hydrated so that I wouldn't feel the need to slather on anti-wrinkle cream any time soon. I'm 20 years old, I am unconcerned about the 'human aging process' as he calls it. And I really don't need him hacking into my blog and posting photos of me and my mum side by side!

But anyway! We're still on Earth, London, Powell Estate, Flat 48 of Bucknall House... okay maybe I shouldn't be broadcasting my address on the internet? Oh well, I doubt anyone reads this anyway, except maybe a few. I know HelenW does, yay HelenW.

So, as the Doctor already informed everyone I went out last night when a couple of my mates, Shareen and Keisha, I ran into Keisha's cousin last night at the chippy and she told the two of them that I was home. So just as soon as me and the Doctor and mum were finished with our chips they came knocking on the door begging me to go out with them (the Doctor had conveniently hidden himself in my bedroom at this point). I was going to beg off, but I got to thinking that it'd be nice to have a pint with my mates again. They invited the Doctor along too, of course (Keisha's met him, they got on okay I think even though there were weird happenings at the time and all), but I couldn't even get him to come out of the bedroom to meet Shareen, which I thought was just a bit rude.

We went down to the pub down the street and had a couple of pints, caught up. They're both dating blokes who I haven't met, but everything's working out great. Vicky broke up with Kyle after he threw a brick through Chris's car window when he caught them talking. Marie got a job as a waitress at some posh new place up near Bond Street. It was all the gossip I used to not be able to wait to hear, but for some reason it sounded completely mundane. I sat there and chewed on my nails though, cause I knew eventually there were going to ask about me and I hadn't the slightest idea of what to tell them.

And then the worst thing that I could possibly imagine happened.

Shareen got a sort of queer look on her face and I could see her nudge Keisha under the table so I laughed and turned to see what it was that they were looking at, and there, standing by the door to the pub with some slapper with fuck me heels and the most hideous colour of bottle blonde, was Jimmy Stone.

The ex of exes.

I will not get into the whole story about Jimmy and me but I will say that I moved out of my mum's flat to live with him instead of finishing school and getting my A Levels. I was completely blinded by my stupid infatuation for the git and had the stupidity to believe that he actually loved me. It ended badly. And with tears. And me in debt I finished paying off just before my job blew up. Needless to say I never wanted to see him again, as he is a complete wanker.

And despite all this, I was frozen to the spot and couldn't speak, even when he was standing right in front of me waiting for a response.

He was all smirky, thinking he had it better with his whore of a girlfriend, ripped band tee shirt, and second hand leather jacket that he never took off, even in our flat. He stared waiting for me to speak, I stared unable to speak (cursing myself for being so affected), and Whore had the audacity of giggle!

Finally, he spoke again; "Out with the girls, I see," he said. "Guess you're not with that Mickey Smith anymore, I heard he moved away. Shame."

I opened my mouth but nothing came out. What was I meant to say?! Yeah, Mickey decided to go live in a Parallel Universe which is now sealed off so that I'll never see him again? Obviously not. And I knew that Jimmy was just trying to needle me, the frustrating bit was that it was working!

Luckily, Shareen and Keisha could always be depended upon to say something, though what they picked wouldn't have been my first choice. "She's got a new bloke now," Shareen said, all defiantly. "He's some sort of doctor and they travel," Keisha added. All I could do was nod.

Jimmy did not seem all that impressed. Actually, he didn't seem like he believed them. I suppose it would be rather hard to believe that I could land a doctor, in the sense that he was thinking doctor, not that... Anyway, I didn't feel like I could rightly lie and call the Doctor 'my bloke' anyway. Jimmy left clearly feeling like he'd gotten the upper hand. Which depressed me to no end. So we got more pints. And more pints. Many pints in I was well pissed and we all trudged back to the Powell Estate to collapse on the sofas like we used to do.

Though when we passed the play park Keisha decided she wanted to swing, and Shareen immediately went to the slide. I think they might've been a bit confused, if they hadn't been so pissed, as to why I went for the police box. I had my key like always but my head was a bit everywhere, so I knocked, not really sure why because I was fairly sure that the Doctor would've been tucked up in the flat, watching telly or something, but he answered the door, very confused looking and I just laughed and pulled him out of the TARDIS by his tie.

He looked a bit bug eyed and Shareen came down the slide and goes: "Oi! Who are you and where'd you come from?!" To which I said something which came out sort of like this "Sissssducktuh." And Keisha fell of the swing and said: "Doctor! We don't have chips with newsprint!"

Shareen then got up, poked the Doctor in the chest, and said "You! You are stole my Rosie! Mickey said all about you, but he said you had big ears. Your ears are normal size." I laughed and said "His ears used to be big!" and then lost my footing and tripped. The Doctor had to hold me up so that I didn't fall.

"Okay," he said after a few more moments of being poked by Shareen, and drooled upon by me, "let's get you girls up and to bed, you've obviously consumed a higher level of liquor than the 0.08% blood alcohol count stipulated by the United Kingdom. In which you live. Judging by your reaction time, over-expression, and all around boisterousness, you're probably on the scale at around 0.11–0.20 %. Best sleep it off."

Shareen squinted at him and Keisha giggled, I came dangerously close to saying something incredibly stupid.

He was very good though, for the anti-domestic that he is, he tucked them both up on the couch and me in my bed and was very good about it when I wouldn't let go of his hand. He stayed until I fell asleep but when I woke up he was, unsurprisingly, gone.

But mum made breakfast for everyone. Real proper breakfast. Gorgeous. And we all gorged ourselves until the effects of the ciders were well buried under toast, beans, eggs, and sausages. The girls asked about our travels and we gave some mumbo jumbo about South America, while mum shot me glances out the side of her eye. The girls left after breakfast and I promised them I'd call and visit back again soon, even though I sort of knew that I wouldn't.

Mum handed over my clean laundry and we exchanged hugs again. And it was time to go. Back into time and space, spinning throughout the universe.

Until next time.

Hacking Part 3

Rose went out with her friends and left me all alone with her mum. I understand the human need to... I don't know, shall we say group? Yes, group sounds quite good. Someone called Shareen who I've heard about and Keisha who I've met. I don't think she was entirely planning on going out but now she has, they've gone to some pub or another and I had nothing better to do than eat digestive biscuits and watch telly with Jackie while she talked about how it was like 'the good old days'. I suppose the good old days are before I came into the picture, but I always did get the impression that Rose enjoyed time and space and visiting places and running and trouble and everything that comes along. In fact she's said several times, usually when we're about to die, but still she's said!

But anyway, I got bored of whatever soap it was that Jackie had on and decided to poke around a bit, she was none too happy when she found me going through the bathroom cupboard, but it was fascinating! I've never seen so many creams and lotions and things! It seems remarkable that humans are so obsessed with staying hydrated when they're seventy percent water to begin with. If they actually kept themselves hydrated then they wouldn't have dehydrated skin! But Jackie caught me sticking my finger in a pot of something called 'Under Eye Anti-wrinkle Cream' and was very displeased.

But all this got me thinking that I'd like to scientifically look at the human aging process. It's not as if I am unaware of how it works or anything, I've been around enough human beings to know that, but it never really seemed all that important before. So I told Jackie I was going to do repairs and went to the TARDIS to begin my observations.

Humans have an average life expectancy of approximately 66.12 Earth years, though to be fair that factors in all sorts of places on Earth, being technically European, Rose can expect probably about 77 years, average. But then again, seeing as though she has access to medicine, foods, and technology from the future she might have a good 100 years in her, maybe more. That leaves 80 more of them left for adventures.

Eighty years.

Eighty years!

That is a dismally small number. I don't quite like the sound of it. And that doesn't even take into account the aging process.

So, I took a photo of Jackie and a photo of Rose and put them together:


Well, I suppose Jackie doesn't look too bad for... I don't know, how old is Jackie now? 55? 58? I suppose she's not so bad for human years. But I think maybe I should tell Rose not to cake on the makeup so well, sometimes Jackie looks like she's stuck the White Cliffs of Dover under her eyes. This might require more research.

Oh. ....There is knocking on the TARDIS door. Why is there knocking on the TARDIS door? Well, one way to find out I suppose.

Cheerio! I should say that more often, cheerio!

This is the Doctor by the way.

Entry Six - Earth

After much cajoling and my best puppy dog face:


(the Doctor simply can not resist) we landed the TARDIS outside the Powell Estate. I am fairly convinced that the Doctor doesn't really mind visiting my mum, but he does like to complain an awful jag. With his last self he was definitely much less domestic and wouldn't even have tea, but new new Doctor (admittedly not so new anymore) had the most domestic of domestic meals with us (Christmas). Plus I know he loves my mum, even if he'll never say. Sometimes I think he thinks of her as his mum too, which is a little strange when you think that linearly he'd have been about 862 when she was born. But still, even 900+ year old Time Lords need a little TLC. So, I am not convinced that he really dislikes the idea of visiting home as much as he pretends to.

We landed the TARDIS in the play park where I used to run around with Mickey when I was a girl or swing on the swings, flirting with boys when I was older.


The Doctor said it was his favourite place to park the ship because mum always yelled at him when he parked in the living room (she works from home and has clients over so it would look a bit freakish to have a police box sitting in the middle of the room. I always thought it'd be hilarious if we landed in the living room while mum had a client. I am sure it will happen someday. But it's not in too obvious a place.

Anyway we went out and there was mum standing in the play park staring at us with a couple big bags full of shopping in her arms.

"I was going back to the flat and I heard that thing," she said, "thank goodness, you can help me carry all this." And with that she dumped both overstuffed bags into the Doctor's arms. He didn't look well pleased. But I laughed.

I didn't ask mum how long it'd been for her since we'd been back. The Doctor does try to keep the visits rather close to each other, but he's not the best TARDIS pilot. He does tend to overshoot sometimes, or undershoot. We often end up at different places than we expect, which is usually fine because there's some other brilliant adventure just waiting for us, but it does have a habit of me standing in the wrong century dressed in VERY wrong clothes. But all that's besides the point. When it comes to mum I find it's best just not to ask. So long as I'm not visible older, I have nightmares about travelling for thirty years and then dropping in for a visit.

Anyway, once we got back into the flat it was all hugs:


Mum made us all tea, immediately, as she tends to do. If you asked her you'd think tea could save the universe, though, to be fair, it has.


So we drank our tea and me and the Doctor told her all about everything that'd happened lately (leaving out some of the more life threatening things), and mum told us all about what she'd been up to (not much, just work, telly, and she'd been seeing some of this man called Charlie who worked at the pizza place that opened up last year). Then she put in my washing and and the Doctor and I had a poking fight until she came back (it was a draw).

Then of course she started in on how I never call and I apologised and told her I would do more often, like I always say. And every time I mean it, but every time I manage to get distracted immediately. I often wonder how she can't be curious about what takes me away, but see's never asked to come. I doubt she ever will. I think the Doctor would probably take her along, even though they'd be needling each other the whole time.

But then we got hungry and I said I needed chips immediately and to stock up on Cadbury's (still the best chocolate in the universe, I maintain. The Doctor says it's better on Bellalux 5 but I disagree). I let mum and the Doctor to go down to the chippy around the corner. They'd started watching some sort of quiz show and competing, I wasn't entirely sure I wanted to be around to see how that went down.

When I came back, chips in tow, the Doctor was going on and on about how it was unfair to ask question about EastEnders on a quiz show, and mum was saying that was just cause it was the only question she beat him on. I thought it was hilarious but neither mum nor the Doctor seemed all that amused. I told them both to just eat their chips and stop glowering.

We, or rather I decided we'd stay the night. The Doctor complained cause he had to sleep on the couch since mum wouldn't let him bring the TARDIS in the flat.

Until next time.

Entry Five - Open Space & Poli

I woke up today to a very odd sensation. Not being woken up. In fact I felt more refreshed than I had in ages and wondered how long it was that I'd slept. It was only then that I happened to notice that I had a very large brown suited puppy dog hogging my covers and curled up in the feotal position on the opposite side of my bed. Well,we did have an eventful day yesterday, overthrowing coup fascist governments and all, but with the Doctor that's almost par for course. And I don't think that I've ever caught him sleeping before. I thought I did once in the library but I took one step and he was obviously awake again, he said he was just resting his eyes.

But this was good old fashioned proper sleeping. Really, there was drool, and... he was sort of sucking his thumb, which was just interminably cute.

Moved around as quietly as I could and sort of peered at him, admittedly getting my face a little too close to his, but I was amused! I would have poked him if I had not wanted to wake him so well. But it turned out all my carefulness was for moot cause after a moment, without even opening his eyes he goes; "Rose, what are you doing?"

I sat back on my knees. "Oh, I thought you were sleeping," I said.

"So you thought it'd be fun to stare at me while I did it."

"I don't know," I said, but really I knew that yeah that's exactly what I had been doing and had intended to do, I just didn't know why. "I just don't see you sleep all that much. And, well, you are in my bed. Why are you in my bed?"

He sat up a bit resting his weight on his bent elbows and looked around, as if to make sure he was indeed in my bed, in my room. "I don't know," he said, "that's funny. I must've, well, you know, sometimes I come in here, okay that sounds creepy, I just mean, make sure you're okay. So to speak."

I laughed, I was far past being weirded out by the Doctor being in my room while I'm sleeping. He does wake me up almost every morning, and we've never been too big on personal space. "Toast and jam?" I said and he got his very excited little face on, "Toast and jam."

We decided, over toast and jam, clearly, that it should be a do nothing day. We weren't going to land the TARDIS at all. No planets. As might've been illustrated in my earlier post re: getting lost, there are plenty of adventures to be had right on the TARDIS. And despite popular belief, we don't save worlds everyday. The Doctor went through the cupboard and discovered a medley of exotic fruits (he went on and on about something called Maugnini) which looked fresh so we cut them up and had a sort of fruit salad. He only put a half portion of Maugnini in mine cause he said a very potent liquor was distilled from it and eating a whole portion would make me just a bit tipsy.

Well I am not sure what his definition of 'just a bit tipsy' is but I am willing to bet a whole portion would've made me flat out pissed, as I was definitely tipsy over the half portion. And looking at him I could tell he was too, even though he went on and on about his superior Time Lord physiology again. He got flushed, and his pupils were a bit dilated, and he got even more talky than usual (I know!). But it was good, the fruit, it tasted a bit like chocolate and caramel combined. We both made a note to buy more sometime later.

After that then, being tipsy as we were, we ran through the corridors of the TARDIS... or more accurately: I punched the Doctor in the arm and he went to get me back and I ran through the corridors of the TARDIS being chased. Until I pulled open a door and ran back into my room. Sadly for me the Doctor was right behind and punched me, rather hard, in the arm to get me back. Then we decided to jump on the bed.

Then we played the Wardrobe Game, which I coined shortly after visiting Cardiff in 1869, right after I'd first SEEN the wardrobe. Basically it consists of me trying on an absurd amount of outfits. This was my favourite one:


The Doctor said that he'd have to take us back to Victorian days again if I was going to wear an outfit like that, and I reminded him that we weren't allowed back in Victorian England, to which he promptly reminded me that Earth is a big planet, full of civilisations.

After that we were pretty much not tipsy any more so we decided to up to the console room and do things that we do on do nothing days. Mainly, he'd fix bits of the TARDIS and I'd read trashy magazines from systems where the gossip was especially juicy.


But eventually, not surprisingly really, we both got a bit hungry and decided to break our "no landing" rule. I said that I fancied something like pasta, but not pasta and not the pasta we'd had a couple of months ago where the sauce was something a cat regurgitated (a fact that I was unaware of until halfway through the meal). So we went to a system called Poli where the pasta was orange and the sauce a green paste, but delicious.

Afterwards we went out on the street where people were having some sort of Winter festival with hot punch and pie (the Doctor's two favourite words I think). We stuck round to listen to the singing, which was terribly off key and grating to my ears but everyone else seemed to think it beautiful and the Doctor said I had to take other cultures and tastes into account. I did. We soaked up some Polian culture, and then we had someone take our photo. He took it before we were ready but here it is anyway:


Once we got back to the TARDIS. I casually mentioned that it'd been awhile since I'd seen my mum. His expression then was not so happy. I laughed.

Until next time.

Hacking Part...3? I Don't Remember, We'll Just Say 'Hacking'

Well, it seems that Rose has posted all about our Boving adventures, though I suppose I'm not surprised she does tend to like to tell people about adventures and that was a good one. Though, obviously, huh, Oh! This is the Doctor by the way.

There are several issues that need addressing it seems.

1) There were no reapers because the TARDIS was compensating for all Doctor related paradoxes. It's happened before, not, well, not usually in the same regeneration but still it's happened before, usually for very long, very complicated universe ending reasons, but that's beside the point. My people were very good at dealing with things like paradoxes, as I told Rose once when the Time Lords were around they could compensate for things going pear shaped (where did that phrase ever come from? You Earthlings say the weirdest things, brilliant things but weird, safe as houses? yeah, yeah. Maybe from now on it'll be banana shaped, oh I like that). The technology is in the TARDIS and Doctory paradoxes are not hard to compensate for. As I've said a million times, I know what I'm doing.

2) I rather liked that blue suit. My pinstripes matched my shoes!!!

c) wait, no...

3) Rose's little photo of the double TARDISes is so cute. She's so bad at photoshoping things.

And finally

4) The important thing is; Rose has gone to sleep now, and when she wakes she wont remember anything about Bovinga at all. And neither will I. Me and, well, me fixed things with the TARDISes so that she'll erase everything that happened. No one can know their own personal timelines and I wont have Rose running around thinking something happens to her. She doesn't want to know, I don't want to know. End of discussion.

I've jiggered and poked her blog so that she can't read her postings from Bovinga. She'll know nothing about Donna Noble or future me and they won't remember anything either.

Well then, this isn't the most fun post I've ever written, but well, I suppose that's all right, I wont remember it anyway. So cheerio! I should say that more often 'Cheerio!'. Brilliant.

Entry Eight - Bovinga (4)

Donna and I made our way back towards where Doctor 1 had landed the TARDIS laughing and chatting. I even bought some of the more interesting looking fruits to try later (after I asked the Doctor if they were safe, of course). The fireworks were well over and the sky was dark, but they had all these, sort of, lamps set up, like they would have in ancient China or something. It was really beautiful, and none of the commerce had stopped. I thought that if I didn't love Earth so much I could live on Bovinga, but then again, I say that about almost every planet. Well, not every planet, but you know what I mean. Anyway, when we got back to the spot Doctor 2 had evidently moved TARDIS 2 next to TARDIS 1 and I had to blink a bit to make sure I wasn't seeing double.


"Here they are," Doctor 1 called into TARDIS 2 and Doctor 2 popped his head out.

"I thought I said not to wander off!" Doctor 2 said, and he actually seemed a bit angry, I wasn't quite prepared for that. And I wasn't sure how I should address him. He was the same person, but I had no idea how long it'd been or anything. But either way he might've been talking to both me and Donna but he was looking at me.

"But you always say that," I said, popping my tongue between my teeth in that way I have a habit of doing and he just sort of smiled a me a minute and I smiled back and then he said; "Yeah I do, don't I?" and then we just looked at each other for a few more moments. I couldn't tell exactly what it was that he was thinking, but the expression on his face was a bit sad and happy at the same time.

"Well," Doctor 2 finally said and I suddenly became aware that Doctor 1 and Donna were still there, which was a little strange that I'd forgotten for a moment, "I guess we can go now. The TARDIS will fix all this once we take off, we," he gestured between himself and Doctor 1 "saw to that while you two were wandering about."

"But," Donna had a very confused look on her face, "that's it? We just leave, after all that?"

"Yes, that's it," Doctor 2 said and for about one point two seconds he looked a little sad about it but then he slapped on his regular grin and then took a step towards me a bit tentatively and I laughed because he looked so ridiculous and I took the other step and we hugged.


If you ever happen to meet the Doctor I suggest you get yourself a hug. They are really quite remarkable.

Then Donna gave me a hug and we laughed one more time over nothing. She was brilliant, Donna Noble. But I knew I'd never see her again, and that made me a bit sad. Then she went back and joined Doctor 2 who started to go into TARDIS 2 but then stopped and turned back once more and then came over and whispered something in my ear.

I'm not going to tell you what he said. But it didn't make any sense to me, so it guess it doesn't matter all that much. But for some reason, it felt like it meant a lot.

And then they went.


We both stood watching the TARDIS 2 dematerialise and then stood staring at where it'd been before.

"I like Donna," I said and he nodded smiling. Then, "Something happens to me."

The Doctor was silent for a moment and then turned to me and said, "Nothing's going to happen to you." And he had that same serious face that Doctor 2 had had for a moment but then, just like his future self he broke into a smile. "But anyway, let's go see the Towers of Boving, shall we? What we came for? Bit of fun. Oh, are those fruits from the market?" he started going through my bag, "Oooo! Maugnini Fruit, my favourite!"

We went to see the Towers then. They were very tall and very spiraly, just as he'd said. And we ran all the way to the top and yelled our names from the top (which is the tradition. The yelling, not the running). We sat up there a long time, either ruminating over what had just happened or waiting for some sort of catastrophe to happen (it didn't). Finally, it was time to go home. So we went back to the now lone TARDIS and he told me what buttons to press as we spun back into the Vortex.


Until next time.

Entry Seven - Bovinga (3)

Donna and I walked through the stands looking at all the different kinds of fruit and veg for awhile not speaking. That wasn’t particularly hard to do really, there was so much stimulant to the eye that speech… well, I just sort of forgot about it. I kept running my hands over the glossiest ones. I know it seems weird describing fruit and veg as glossy but some of them are. Even on Earth. Eggplant? Oh yes.

Anyway, I suppose it was an inevitability that eventually one of us would speak, and in this case it was me. “God, I never get used to this, do you?”

“What eating vegetables that look like those sea urchin things what in the beginning of ‘The Little Mermaid’? No thank you. I stick to Earth food. We stock up every time we go back…which is all the time.”

I laughed, I was starting to realise that I’d just have to treat Donna like Sarah Jane and not like someone who came after me, and she was very amusing. “I meant the travelling, seeing all this stuff. But yeah, I prefer chips to cucumbers from Caliproxin any day,” then I thought a moment, “well, at least, they tasted like cucumbers.”

“Oh yeah, you see all sorts of things that you’d never be able to even imagine,” she said back and we both fell into one of those reflective moments when you realise how lucky you are to be a twenty first century girl travelling through space and time.

“The food though, sometimes,” I said and then pulled a face.

“I know! Sometimes he’ll have us on some backwater little planet doing all sorts of running and whatnot and I just want to say ‘Oi! Take me to Italy, I could murder a pizza!’”

We talked for a little while longer about all kinds of things. The Doctor though, mostly. All his little nuances like talking too fast, expecting us to understand what he was saying, getting over excited about incredibly dorky things. All those little endearing things that make the Doctor the Doctor. I would say it was light to medium teasing. I asked her about her family, she lives with her mum and granddad and was a temp before becoming time traveller extraordinaire. I told her about mum and Mickey over there in that parallel universe (I swear she blanched but she said she was fine), and how I used to work at Henrick’s. She said she went in there all the time and we mused over the fact that we might’ve seen each other.

But at this point it had gotten dark and we thought it might be best if we went back to the TARDIS to see if the boys had hashed out whatever paradoxical issue was going on but then there were fireworks so we stayed to watch them for a bit.

I really liked Donna Noble. She was funny and quick and I didn’t feel strange about her like I did about Sarah Jane. I don’t like to say I get jealous, but there are just certain things one has to own up to eventually. Hello my name is Rose Tyler and I have a severe jealousy problem. It’s not like I try, in fact I try not to be, but then snarky things come out of my mouth, what can I do? But the point here was that I didn’t feel jealous of Donna Noble. Which was good. I think, if things were different we could be great friends.

After the fireworks display though, it was pretty clear that we would have been missed by this point. Well, it’s not like I don’t have a habit of wandering off. Donna laughed when I said that and made a disparaging remark about the running.

“I like the running,” I said.

She shook her head and said, “You two are suited.”

I didn’t even ask what that was meant to mean.

More tomorrow.

Entry Six - Bovinga (2)

Doctor 2 stared at me. Ginger woman stared at Doctor 2. And then Doctor 1 started staring at Doctor 2. And I flicked between the three of them feeling very left out of some sort of loop that everyone else seemed to understand at least a bit.

And then Ginger turned her head and looked at me again, and this time I could tell that she was really sizing me up, like she was extremely curious or something. And I started thinking ‘well if this is the Doctor after I’m dead… did he mention me?’ and that sort of made me smile a bit and then I felt like a fool because I was smiling while everyone else appeared gobsmacked. And with two Doctors there… that’s some big gob to smack.

Finally, Doctor 1 cut past Ginger and took Doctor 2 by the arm, who then seemed to break out of whatever confusion it was that he had going on with his statue-like behavior and Doctor 1 said “I think that maybe we should talk,” and Doctor 2 nodded and said “Yeah that’s probably best.” Then Doctor 1 opened the TARDIS door and Doctor 2 didn’t seem remotely surprised to see it all lit up like the red light district but Ginger said “What have you done with the TARDIS?! That’s not some end of the world thing, oh you just try it.”

Doctor 1 look at her like she was nuts but Doctor 2 just sort of smiled before they both disappeared into the ship and shut the door behind them, but not before one of them shouted, “Don’t wander off!”

I wondered why it was that when I was in two places at once and I held myself as a baby the reapers appeared and a paradox ensued. I wondered why that didn’t happen with the two Doctors, but figured I’d ask later. For now Ginger had turned back round and was regarding me with one of the biggest smiles I’ve ever seen.

“Rose Tyler!” she said, “You can’t even imagine how well I’ve want to meet you!” Then she took the few steps that still remained between us and enveloped me in a gigantic hug. I was a little startled at first but I like to think that time and space has loosened a lot of my inhibitions. Well, when it comes to a lot of things. Not all, obviously. So we hugged for awhile even though we didn’t know each other and when I pulled back I decided that I liked this ginger woman quite a lot and I fully approved of all Doctor related adventures she’d have. But then again, I was still calling her Ginger in my head.

“I’m sorry,” I said, “What’s your name?”

“Oh!” she said, and laughed a jag, “Donna Noble. You’ve no idea how much I’ve heard about you. When we first met, oh my god! I’ve never seen anyone so-” She suddenly stopped speaking then, which I guess didn’t surprise me all that much.

I shuffled my feet a bit. “What happens to me? Do I die?”

I could see something flash across her face, but she must’ve known that she shouldn’t tell me much of anything, which was sort of frustrating. “I,” she shook her head, “I can’t…”

I nodded, knowing that she couldn’t, but then I scratched my head anyway, disheveling my hair a bit, and asked, “How long have I got?”

She was still for a moment and I tried to read her stillness but couldn’t quite manage. I wasn’t even sure how much she would even know. Finally, I forced a smile. “This is some crazy veg, huh?” I said, gesturing to the market.

“I would’ve loved to see my mum try to feed me that when I was young,” Donna said pointing towards a prickly looking green thing, I smiled. She smiled.

“Wanna go for a walk?” I asked and she nodded. Off we went.

More tomorrow.

Entry Five - Bovinga

Well I had a very weird couple of days, and when I say weird, I mean weird.

We stopped at a planet called Bovinga in the NGC 1300 galaxy, apparently the constellation of Eridanus (I get fed all kind of information). Apparently they have some very nice architecture that the Doctor wanted to show me, very tall and spiraly and all that, but the moment we set the TARDIS down, with it’s usual bumps and jolts along the way, the lights in the console room went red. And I mean red.

The time rotor was groaning like she wanted to leave and the humming in the back of my head got a bit louder. Even the Doctor looked confused. But if you know us at all, which I am assuming you might, you’ll know that we’re not exactly the type to take the safe route. Despite the TARDIS telling us that we needed to leave, and now, we went outside anyway.

Everything looked completely normal and felt completely normal. In fact it seemed like we’d landed in the middle of some sort of farmers market. They had all kinds of things, some of the weirdest vegetables I’d ever seen. In brilliant colours, I wanted to touch them all. But when I looked back at the Doctor I cold tell that there was something, indeed, wrong. Very wrong. All the colour had drained from his face and he looked like he was paralysed to the spot, unsure of whether to go back to the TARDIS immediately or continue on. It freaked me out a bit. He took about one step closer to me before he was practically accosted by an insane ginger human looking woman:

She went on with something like this: “It’s about time you turned back up; I’ve been looking for the TARDIS everywhere! You know better than to wander off when we’re at space bazaars!”

I stared, but her back was to me, and the Doctor stared. It was plainly obvious that he’d never met her before, but that didn’t really mean anything he is a time traveller after all. But then it got really weird when a moment later the Doctor opened his mouth to say something to the ginger woman and was interrupted by a very shrill but very familiar voice shouting “What, by Rassilon, are you doing here,” and there was the Doctor, again, looking much the same but wearing a very ill advised blue suit. They stared at each other and it suddenly made a lot of sense. The TARDIS not wanting to land and all.

The ginger woman looked just about as confused as I did, but she’s obviously a perceptive one cause she looked around and spotted me almost right away and said “Who’re you?” And then suddenly there were three pairs of eyes on me.

Now, I have seen a lot of things in this universe, and I like to think that my powers of deduction are good enough to figure out what was going on. Given the fact that the Doctor, my Doctor (the one I arrived with henceforth known at Doctor 1), didn’t recognise this woman meant it was in his future. The fact that she was with Doctor 2 meant that she was likely his companion. I asked him about aging once, his aging specifically, and he said that he does get older but a bit slower than humans. I wondered if this was him after I’d died, and if it was… how long was that?

Doctor 1 was looking at me like he always did, like ‘well this is Rose, we travel together’, the woman was looking at me curiously, and Doctor 2 looked like he’d suddenly and inexplicably turned into a wax statue like those ones at Madame Tussauds. I didn’t know what else to say, so I said, “I’m called Rose, Rose Tyler.”

And then the woman’s eyes got all big and she whipped around to look at her wax figurine friend and me and Doctor 1 both looked at them curiously. Doctor 2 opened his mouth, probably to say something, but all that came out was a little ‘eep’, and it was kind of funny, but I could tell that there was nothing funny to neither him nor ginger woman.

Said wax statue:

Actually… this story’s got quite long, more tomorrow shall we say?

Entry Four - Salexia Eighty-Five

I am not longer going to comment my dear Doctor's hacks, as I don't think chastising him is going to stop him from posting on my blog. But really, he's a bit funny isn't he, soooo I guess I don't mind so much. I was about to say anyway there but realised that I wrote that several times in my last post. I'm starting to sound like him.

So, todays adventure began quite peacefully. I woke up, as usual, to the Doctor poking my feet, it's a bit like having an alarm clock, only bigger and more excitable. With great hair (insert predictable preen here when he reads this). Then I made tea and beans on toast while he ate marmalade out of the jar, and we discussed what to do today. There's apparently this brilliant planet called Salexia Eighty-Five, named thus as it's the eighty-fifth planet from it's perspective sun. I figured that would make it rather cold, but he assured me that because of it's rotation around said sun, which is apparently massive, it's really quite lovely. Sounded well enough to me so we relocated to the console room and he set course for Salexia Eighty-Five.

We were aiming for high summer, when the weather is apparently the best, but landed in early autumn. The Doctor did not look happy that he'd landed us wrong, and it was a bit cold, but it wasn't bad. It was still beautiful. Here's a photo of us and the water:


We were all content to sit back for awhile. The waves against the rocks was quite a lovely sound, actually, and it being early autumn there weren't any tourists around so I brought out the toast and tea and we had a mini picnic, which was quite pleasant. Then after that I read Peter Pan which was in the TARDIS library. I've never read it before and was quite entranced. Peter reminds me of the Doctor a little, but he scoffed at me when I told him that. He said he wasn't as arrogant, I said that remains to be seen. But while I was reading the Doctor fixed some thingamabob... he did explain, I just don't remember.

The sun kept rising in the sky, and he was right, it was bloody enormous, and it got warmer and warmer, which was brilliant cause I could take off my coat, which was a bit cumbersome.

Then just as we were discussing what to do next there was a massive explosion. Now I know it might not be considered good form to grin when there are explosions, but they tend to herald trouble. And with trouble comes fun. I thought the Doctor was going to rip my arm off in his pursuit of said explosion.


It seemed, once we made our way over to where we thought the explosion had come from, to be some sort of protest. Apparently (I am thinking I say that word quite too much), since the last time the Doctor had dropped by Salexia Eighty-Five there'd been some sort of hostile takeover coup by the Chief Secretarial Officer, Baxxicalin (we're calling him Bax), who'd raised an army and exiled the Chief Executive Officer (Lax) to Salexia Three, quite far away this time of year.

Well, it wasn't really our place to get involved in politics from planets where neither of us reside, but clearly something had to be done. I'm not going to go too far into it, because let's just say I don't know who reads this and we're now officially WANTED in the Salexia system. Really, we got posters and everything, like something out of a Western Film. Brilliant! But guess who's back in power? You got it, Lax.

So that's two places we can't go again, banished from Victorian England and WANTED in Salexia... well, it's a big universe, plenty of places to go.

Oh, and here is when the Doctor tried to take a photo of the two of us:


He makes me laugh. How lucky am I?

Until next time.