One Year On. Part Four

          It was almost too good to be true. He was there. The Doctor was there. Either in the TARDIS, or somewhere. But he'd come back. The question was whether to wait outside for him... what if while she was waiting, he'd disappear. And she wouldn't see him. Rose put a hand to her neck, her own TARDIS key was hanging from a chain. She could just walk in if she wanted to. She'd scare the hell out of him, but at least she'd know he wouldn't go without her. She smiled and began to cross the road.

           "These are really good chips," said the Doctor, staring at a chip that he'd pierced on on of the blue forks that you can get from chip shops.
"That's why I got them," said Martha, laughing at the way he was looking at the small bit of potato, it was almost like he half expected it to start singing. "Doctor?"
"Mm?"
"That Rose Tyler.... the one that was read out before. That was your Rose wasn't it? Your friend Rose?"
"Mm,"
"But you said she was with her family..."
"She is... Missing presumed dead,"
"But you know where she is?"
"Mm,"
"Well, why isn't she...?"
"Just Leave it Martha,"
            The Doctor screwed up the paper the chips and come in and threw them in a nearby bin. "Come on. I want to get out of here,"
"But I told my mum I'd go home for tea,"
"Well go home for tea then,"
"You're no fun in this mood,"
"That's not my fault. Now are you coming or not?"
"Yeah, I'll need to phone her though. That won't be enjoyable."
The Doctor smiled, and pulled his TARDIS key out of his pocket. He pushed the door open and started to walk up the ramp. Martha followed, but found herself walking into the back of the Doctor. He was staring at something, something she couldn't see.