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The Doctor runs up to her front door. He's a bit nervous and with good reason. He bangs on her door.

"Rose?" he calls. "Wakey, wakey, rise and shine!"

More laughter as Rose finds herself still in deep sleep. The banging from her door rattles her dream as the peaceful atmosphere starts to get cloudy and grey before the rain sets.

"Doctor," she murmurs still asleep.

The Doctor keeps banging on her door. He considers sonicking it open, but decides against it.

"Rose, can you hear me?" he calls before he bangs the door again.

As the banging gets louder Rose's dreams turns and she wakes up startled.

"One second..." she calls it before a yawn escapes her.

Slowly she gets out of bed still in her pajamas and walks over to answer the door. She doesn't bother to look at the time. Opening the door, she sees him there.

"What's going on? You're early."

He looks startled at her statement. What could she possibly mean "early"? He grabs her by the hand and pulls her out of the flat.

"No we're not early," he tells her. "If we don't hurry, we're going to be late. Very late. Come on!"

She had expected him today, of course. It wasn't like him to show up so early however.

"Late?" And now she's confused as she's pulled out. What could be possible mean?

"What for?

He doesn't hear her because he's too focused on getting her out. He doesn't even care she's dressed in her pajamas as he all but drags her down the stairs to his waiting motorcycle.

"You'll see," he replies to her. "Come on, slow poke!"

"Oh I get it," she says with a sleepy grin. His last choice of words cause her to think that this is still a dream.

"Oi!" she says and then laughs following and seeing the motorcycle.

He tosses her a helmet, before putting one on himself. He starts up the bike ready to take off. He's still pretty anxious.

"Hop on!" he calls to her.

She catches it and puts in on before hopping behind him, her arms going around his waist for support.

"This is nice," she says her head resting against his shoulder as her hair is extremely messy.

He kicks the motorcycle into gear and takes them off at an alarming speed. As they go he dodges and weaves around traffic, casing a few people to honk in frustration.

"Don't worry," he calls over to her. "We'll be there in no time."

Rose's grip tightens around him and she just nods. "Mmm...I'm sure we will be. Did you find a way out?"

Instead of answering her, he makes a very severe left turn, which almost brings them close to an oncoming car.

"Sorry!" he calls over to the car.

"Doctor!" Rose calls out as her heart skipped a beat. This is one intense dream. "Why aren't we there yet?" she says out loud. Maybe she had to think about it but she didn't know where they were going. Weren't you suppose to know in your dreams sometimes?

"Sorry about that," he tells her.

Despite her unease, he makes another hairpin turn at speed.

"We'll be there soon. Promise!"

She hangs on for dear life. All too real.

"I'm not dreaming am I?" she says as the wind hits her face.

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He manages to cast a quick glance back at her.

"Nope! Not a dream. Hang on, we're nearly there."

He says this as he makes yet another turn.

Now she really wonders where they are headed.

Her fingernails flex against the fabric of his clothes. She's hanging on a bit too tight.

"Where...are...we...going?"

He knows they're getting closer now. Only a few more blocks.

"The garden area...What's it called again?"

"You mean the Xanadu?" she replied wondering why they would be going there at this hour. And then it hits her. Surprise breakfast!

"You made me breakfast?" And now she's guessing.

He laughs at the suggestion and finally pulls to a stop in front of the Xanadu. He hops off the bike and grabs her hand. He's still in a rush.

"We're here," he says. "Come on!"

Her fingers lace against his own as she steps off the bike and takes off her helmet.

"I don't see anything..." she says expecting to see a picnic blanket. Maybe it was hidden somewhere. She tries to look around.

"Doctor..."

Instead of answering, he sets off down a path, dragging her with him. As he goes, he checks his watch.

"Oh good," he says. "We just made it."

"Made it for what?" she asks still curious as ever. Why was he checking his watch for? He never really did that.

"What are we doing?"

He looks around, making sure he's going the right way.

"You'll see."

His expression brightens.

"Ah, I think I see them!"