Rose blinked into existence, sitting on a blanket in the woods. She faced none other than her dear friend, Jack Harkness. The pair laughed merrily beside an adorable picnic lunch. The sun was bright, birds were singing, all was well... and... Rose had no idea what was funny. It was as if Jack had just told a joke, but she didn't remember it. The girl quieted. She hadn't seen Jack in months. This wasn't right.
Somewhere, someone flicked a switch. The sun itself went out. Rose Tyler was suddenly picnicking with an 1879 Queen Victoria in the dark. The blonde rapidly bowed her head, confused and rushing to be reverent. Too late. "We are not amused," scowled the gray-haired matriarch. Feeling an overwhelming urge to make amends, Rose quickly fumbled to fetch a sandwich for Her Majesty.
...and there was no food, only a dismantled clockwork droid, its brass pieces scattered across the prickly ground. The mask from its disguise sat in the dirt, smiling up at Rose. She shuddered. A noise inside her brain: Tick... tick... tick... I'm... I'm...
"I'm still dreamin'!" Rose exclaimed, jumping to her feet. Looking about, she shook her head disappointment. She'd almost lost herself that time. The environment morphed yet again, and she stood in a crossroads. The shotgun was back, as were all of her frustrations.
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Somewhere, someone flicked a switch. The sun itself went out. Rose Tyler was suddenly picnicking with an 1879 Queen Victoria in the dark. The blonde rapidly bowed her head, confused and rushing to be reverent. Too late. "We are not amused," scowled the gray-haired matriarch. Feeling an overwhelming urge to make amends, Rose quickly fumbled to fetch a sandwich for Her Majesty.
...and there was no food, only a dismantled clockwork droid, its brass pieces scattered across the prickly ground. The mask from its disguise sat in the dirt, smiling up at Rose. She shuddered. A noise inside her brain: Tick... tick... tick... I'm... I'm...
"I'm still dreamin'!" Rose exclaimed, jumping to her feet. Looking about, she shook her head disappointment. She'd almost lost herself that time. The environment morphed yet again, and she stood in a crossroads. The shotgun was back, as were all of her frustrations.
Someone was up ahead. "'ello??"