"It's okay," she said. She was being too hard on John. He couldn't help the situation. Rose decided not to ask anything more about herself.

"You're makin' me sound like some sorta damsel in distress," the Companion protested. "I 'aven't jus' been sittin', waitin' for 'im this 'ole time, ya know! I've been doin'... other things." John hadn't seen what the house was capable of. Back at home, she had more time to think about the TARDIS and traveling. Here, though, she was trapped somewhere or transformed into something every other day.

Tucking some rebellious hair behind her ears, Rose sighed. "Wha' should I do with ya, then?" She supposed she could watch over John. With Time Lord tendencies, he was bound to be reckless, and would likely endanger himself. Both of them had to stay alive if they were to keep their future intact.

The other option was to ignore him- to pretend she'd heard none of this. That way, when she did make it home, Rose could reunite with John at the proper time. Their relationship could remain unscathed if- no, no. It was impossible to ignore his presence now that he was here.

"Your choice. Ya jus' migh' know me better than I do."