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“Right then, Rose Tyler, are we ready to continue our tour of the universe’s greatest celebrations?” The Doctor checked the folds of the toga he’d wrapped around himself. The Rose Tyler in question shuffled in, her own Roman apparel mostly in place. “Just about. Need to put my sandals on. Are you sure these will be warm enough?” She shook the footwear in his direction. “Oh yes. Roman winters are much milder than you’re used to. You seemed to remember quite a bit from our last trip there, with the clothes and hair and such. It really does suit you.” She brightened at the compliment. “Thanks!

It was an average day in the TARDIS. Well, as average as a day in a time travelling spaceship could be. Rose was sat on the well-weathered captain's chair, half-reading a magazine picked up on the last trip to see Jackie. The Doctor, glasses on, was fiddling here and there around the central column, mumbling to himself. Rose looked up and watched him for a bit, smiling to herself. She then had a look around the room. Even though she knew the place like the back of her hand, something caught her eye and held it this time. "Doctor?" "Hmmm?" He was still off in his own little world. After a moment, though, he looked up and smiled at her. "Yes

One. "Rose? We're here." The Doctor knocked lightly on Rose's door before heading inside. He was greeted with a mound of blankets with some hair sticking out the top. "Come on lazy bones, up and at 'em." He gingerly pulled the blanket down. She cracked open an eye to glare at him and then sneezed on him. He pulled out a handkerchief to wipe off his face. "Not feeling well then?" "No, I'm not. Now leave me alone." It was clear she was congested. "Now you know I can't do that." He pressed his hand to her forehead. "Ooo, that's heavenly. Cool hands are good for something." "You seem to have a temperature. I'll be right back. Don't go anywhe

The TARDIS groaned into existence on some sort of low roof. The Doctor popped out first, hands in pockets, Rose soon following. "Where are we then?" "Middle America, July, 1956." He gestured around him. "At the drive-in." "I love it! But hold on, don't we need a car?" "Clever girl." He pointed to himself, "Even cleverer alien. We're on the roof of the concession stand and projection booth. Thought we'd lay out a blanket and watch from here." "Do I get popcorn? Or are you a cheap date?" "Anything you want. Provided we have it in the TARDIS." "You mean you wouldn't go down there and get me something if I asked. Very nicely and made it wor