"Johno, eh?" Her mouth twisted oddly. Rose wasn't sure if she should laugh or cry. It sounded like Tony was growing up just fine, and she wasn't there! Well, she was. Sort of. The timeline was somehow holding, even with her imprisonment in this building.

John's story had a second significance. If Rose estimated Tony's age, she could figure out when she'd be seeing The Doctor again! Quickly, the blonde started counting... and just as quickly, she stopped. That sort of math was probably against the rules of timeline preservation. Sigh.

Rose looked in wonder at the Sonic Screwdriver. "Tha' belongs to The Doctor, though," she said, as if John didn't know. "'ow is it with you?" The answer barely mattered. A renewed energy was already rising in the Companion's chest. "We 'ave'ta fix it- now! Tonight!"

She'd seen the Sonic open all sorts of locks. If it could open the locks that held them all here, John would be a hero.

...With that sort of victory under his belt, he'd never get a job.