Since the moment she'd been taken from her home, Rose had kept track of her days spent in confinement. She never mentioned this to anyone else; it was easier pretending not to know. However, Rose was always counting. On this particular morning, she opened up her journal to write something grave.

"FIVE MONTHS."

The words were logged with bitterness. Rose was losing hope. She'd stopped trying to escape after The Doctor's arrival. Now, the Time Lord was missing, yet she remained inactive. There was also the matter of Sam. The girl wouldn't admit it out loud, but she was developing some sort of attachment toward the younger Winchester. It was stupid, and cruel, too, as she knew who and what she wanted: The Doctor, and to go home.

Frustration guided Rose's feet to the fifth floor. The labyrinth of hallways presented no challenge. She knew exactly where The Doctor slept... or had. The room was found abandoned. It was more than empty; it was as if nobody had ever lived there. Rose's gaze moved from the perfectly-made bed and quilts to the undisturbed candles. He had left her. Or he'd been taken. Or he'd never been there at all.

The last, guarded bits of patience in Rose were obliterated. Fists clenched at her sides, she brazenly addressed the invisible. "Ya got me!" she yelled at the stone ceiling. Tears burned in her dark eyes. "Wha'ever ya are, ya win, all righ'?!" Monsters, nightmares- nothing could compare to losing The Doctor once more. The ancient traveler had built the modern Rose. He kept her sane, made her brave. He was everything. "Wha' else d'ya want?" she demanded. The house had gone for the kill. "Wha' else can ya take??"

Rose manically searched for something heavy. She wanted to hurt the house right back. She was going to smash the room to pieces- dismantle the shutters, break the table in half. All she spotted was a lone book on the ground. Strange... had it been there a second ago? Too filled with anger to question it, Rose advanced on the novel. She had every intention of throwing it through the window. As her fingers met its aged cover, though, the Companion found herself somewhere entirely new.

Rose stood in a lush forest. It was dark, and filled with noise. Was that the sound of... monkeys?? "Oh God, not more o' this!" she lamented aloud. Her voice echoed off of the trees. In response, the blonde grimaced. She didn't want anymore mysteries or weird adventures. She wasn't going to play this time.

Maybe it made her a coward, but Rose Tyler hid amongst the brush, with no intention of coming out.