Rose's face showed obvious distaste. She remembered their "mortgage" talk, back when there was only one Doctor and he was almost stranded with her for life. She hadn't realized how serious he'd been about this apparent horror. Humanity wasn't that bad.

If only John knew how lucky he'd been! Rose had lived in this house for six months, while the Metacrisis got to see her mum and dad and Tony every day. "Tell me abou' my brother, Doctor," she asked, changing the subject. She didn't want him throwing a bloody fit over work anymore. Moreso, Rose Tyler was homesick.

Her train of thought derailed at the mention of a certain intergalactic lock-opener. The blonde gasped. "You 'ave a Sonic Screwdriver??" Rose's mouth gaped open. How had this not been the first thing to come up? "Wha'- 'ow is tha' even possible?!" And why weren't they using it at the front gate right now?