Before she could once again attempt to brush off Mickey's delusional rambles, the tall man slipped on his leather coat and appeared to be changing gears, as if he was almost going to war. But with what? And why? "Wha-" Before Rose could even finish her single syllable word, he has dashed off but not before suggesting the two of them stay and watch some telly. This only raised more questions in her mind. And then like a flash of lightening, he had taken off. Mickey walked over and asked what that was all about but she could only shake her head. Mickey gave a shrug and moved over to sit on the couch, not one to turn down the offer of free telly. Meanwhile, Rose stood in the small entrance and looked from her boyfriend to where the man had ran off. Something just didn't feel right. Something was sort of "off" and she wanted to figure out what.

Who was this guy anyway?

What did he have to take care of? What did Mickey's picture have to do with it?

"Rose come on, sit down." Mickey called to her.

"Sorry, I just gotta check somethin'!" And with that, she headed out the door and slammed it shut. She knew Mickey wasn't adventurous, that he liked to order the same fish and chips whenever they went out. He was boring and predictable. He could be a good friend, yes, but right now she couldn't sit on the sidelines anymore. Something inside was telling her to run after the strange man with the big ears. She hurried down the nearest stairwell and spotted something near by but she couldn't quite discern what it was so she kept going. When she reached the ground floor, she ducked behind one of the dumpsters and peeked around to see what was going on. It appeared the man was having a standoff with the weird creature but she couldn't understand a bloody word that it was saying. Was she going mental?

Rose shook her head a little and looked back to see both guys pull out funny looking objects which sort of looked like pens with a glowing light. The man's words were once again puzzling her. Back in his flat, he had mentioned he was the only one left, that he was in a new world. It made no sense! And now he was going on about a queen and humans. Wasn't he human? He looked human and sure sounded human but the other thing looked weird, like some kind of alien. Rose wasn't sure what to believe. Her heart began to race as the apparent alien fired his pen thingy first. Luckily the bloke hit the ground and the tree vanished. This made the girl do a double take. Now she was sure she was mad. A tree had just vanished! What the hell was going on?! Every logical thought in her head was urging her to run back and hide with Mickey and pretend she saw nothing.

But she couldn't really do that.

No.

Suddenly the leather clad man charged the alien and managed to knock the device from his hands. Then he took off running. "Wait!" She called out and bravely, or stupidly, depending on who you asked, she ran out and grabbed the odd devices from the alien and ran after the other guy. One seemed to have some kind of tracking layout and the other looked similar to what the guy had used. Rose wasn't the best at running, though she did gymnastics for a bit and fared alright, even got a bronze medal. As she ran past a building, the words "Bad Wolf" had been scribbled in dark blue spray paint but the blond didn't even notice. "Hold up will ya!" She called out as they came to a stop light. Maybe now she could catch her breath! Rose's face was slightly flushed as she loosened her grip on the things she snagged. "Oy, you run like mad, did ya do track and field or something?" Rose panted. 

From what she could tell though, the man and the weird creature thing were at odds and she hoped she had helped out some, by snagging what she did. "I nicked these." She held out the two high tech devices to him as the light signaled for them to walk across the street. "I think after all that, you at least owe me your name, it's kind of rude. I mean, who are you? And what was that? It was speaking a language that I hadn't even heard of. This might sound mental but...for a second I thought it could be an alien." She laughed dryly and glanced to him as they walked across the crosswalk, the traffic oddly minimal for the afternoon. It was approaching lunchtime, and soon she would have to go back to work but none of that really interested her, not right now. "So what are these?" Her questions kept spilling out as they got to the other side. "Are you in trouble? Or..." The notion that he might be dangerous crossing her mind again as she stepped back slightly. "Or are you trouble?"