Rose wandered around, feeling rather lost in the crowd with all these people around her. She had no idea where she was, nor where she had left the TARDIS behind. One day, this was going to come back and really bite her in the arse. With a sigh of frustration, the blonde turned around only to nearly run into another girl who was heading in the opposite direction.
“Sorry, mate,” she apologized, shooting a kind smile at the girl. “Didn’t see you there.”
They had been on the run from something, but she wasn’t exactly sure what it was, since the Doctor had just said something like “Oh! Bad idea!” and taken her hand and run off in the opposite direction. But then somewhere along the way her hand had slipped out of his, and she was lost, running towards the TARDIS on her own. She figured he’d already made it there and she was just late, so when she arrived, she banged on the doors and called, “Doctor! Doctor, it’s me, let me in!” — forgetting that she had her key in the pocket of her jeans.
It didn’t occur to her to think that this might be the wrong TARDIS; after all, why would it?
Rose was wandering through an unknown city, still rather dizzy from her last hop with the vortex manipulator. Traveling hurt like hell with it, but it got her around, at least, and around was where she needed to be. She might be found if she kept wandering, and that’s exactly what she was hoping for. That, or to do the finding. She was so busy trying to recuperate her balance and mental capacities that she didn’t realize where she was walking until she ran straight into a bowtied man.
"Sorry about that," she apologized embarrassedly, giving him a sheepish smile. "Wasn’t payin’ attention to where I was goin’! My fault."
“Wotcher! Don’t s’pose you’d know where I am, would ya?” Rose gave a quick grin and an almost sheepish nod, straightening herself up a little. Best to be direct in these sorts of circumstances. Especially since these sorts of circumstances seemed to happen a lot to her. She just had an incredible knack for getting turned round, it wasn’t her fault.
“Managed to get myself lost, like usual, ‘cept I don’t know how to get back this time. Hope I’m not botherin’ ya!”
The Doctor was only in the shop across the street, so she wasn’t too worried that she’d lose him. But here, there were people standing around outside shops, and she was bored enough for conversation. After all, most of the people she met on their travels were friendly, and the two standing beside her couldn’t be too different. Besides, Rose thought they looked rather bored too. Win-win, wasn’t it?
“‘Lo there! An’ who’re you two?”
They’d just landed, and the Doctor had wandered off into another room to get a piece of equipment he said he needed to scan something or other — she’d taken it as her hint to slowly but surely back towards the doors and sneak out to explore whatever waited outside. She stepped out, then, only to find —
"Oh!" Rose exclaimed as she saw the girl standing right outside. "Sorry, didn’t mean to run into ya like that!"
The TARDIS had landed somewhere unusual, she could tell. The Doctor had landed them and noticed it, too, but he thought it was something to do with his ship, so he stayed behind to tinker with the console while she stepped out to investigate outside. This, however, hadn’t been what she’d expected — it felt, somehow, like they were still flying. She couldn’t tell how she knew, it just felt familiar.
"…right," she said to herself, nodding once for confidence, before deciding to go on anyway, turning a corner to begin her exploration.
"I’ve got the present for Mum!" she called as she swung the door to the TARDIS open proudly and marched inside, holding it up. "It’s a necklace, I reckon she’ll —"
The words died in her mouth as she finally took a look at where she was and realized that, despite the outside and its size on the inside, this could not be the TARDIS and that was definitely not the Doctor. “…where am I?!”
"Sorry, mate, can you — sorry," she apologized preemptively as she stopped a man who looked friendly enough on the street, feeling both sheepish and incredibly lost. "I’ve just — I’m not drunk, promise, I’ve just got myself a bit turned ‘round…could you tell me what year it is?”
Rose sounded ridiculous even to herself, but she needed to know — she couldn’t visit her mother if it meant she’d skipped another year.
"Wotcher! Hope I’m not bein’ too much of a bother, but I’ve got a question to ask ya, ‘f you don’t mind."
It wasn’t as though the city was entirely unrecognizable, but it didn’t feel like London; it felt a bit more of an older city, where London had modernized. At least she was probably on the continent, she thought. Hopefully the man she’d asked wouldn’t think she’d gone mad and would at least stick around long enough to answer the question.
"Would ya happen to know where I am, exactly?"