It had been quiet by accident that Martha had found the book. She had been searching though the TARDIS library when she had brushed against it and it had fallen to the floor wide open. It had only really caught her eye at that point because it was hand written. Big but neat lettering covered every page, with little scribbles and doodles around the margins, maybe from where the writer had been thinking. Martha flicked to the very front page, which was embossed with a great many things, including the name 'Rose Tyler' written in large bubble writing, every other letter colour pink and purple.

It had been curiosity that had caused her to take the book over to an armchair instead of putting it back where she found it. The Doctor had only ever mentioned Rose to her once, a few months ago when she had first started travelling with him and although she had wanted to ask, she never had, the slight break in his voice when he had said her name and the way he had passionately told her 'not that your replacing her.'

Martha looked around the deserted library, like a guilty child who knew what she was doing was wrong. Then, very slowly, she peeled back the covering page to the first full page of writing.

Earth - 1st January 2007

The past week has been somewhat odd. Eight days ago, I had been facing an army of a million Daleks and the Doctor changed his face, then a week ago me and the new Doctor saved the Earth from invading aliens. We had a chance to talk about his regeneration properly on Boxing Day, once mum had gone to bed. I didn't admit it to him, but I had found the whole experience terrifying and I had felt like I lost a friend. I suppose I have in a way, but I have gained a new one as well.

We're staying with mum while the Doctor gets used to himself. I've been watching him, to see what his new moods are like and what his new habits are. Only the other day I caught him trying to make sense of a Bugs Bunny cartoon without any sound on — at this point he told me that one of his new habits was that he had a bit more consideration for other around him because he had said he hadn't wanted to wake my mother, personally I just think he didn't want mum to slap his pretty new face. Although, I have noticed, that on the whole, he is, and I suppose the term is, more friendly towards mum and Mickey. But I do think Mickey has been permanently lumbered with the nickname 'Mickey the Idiot.' I'm sure he doesn't mind — that much.

Mickey took me ice skating on Thursday at Marble Arch. It was rather amusing, as he fell over onto his backside and had to be half carried home by me. However, that part was not funny at the time; Mickey weighs a bloody tonne. On the way home, he made me swear under pain of death not to tell the Doctor he had fallen — which was pretty difficult to conceal seeing as when Mickey did attempt to walk under his own bravado he moved with all the grace of John Wayne. That and coupled with the fact that the Doctor knew we had gone ice skating, it didn't take him long to work out what had happened. Still the two of them seem to have bonded a bit. On Friday I found them both in the games room of the TARDIS trying to kick the hell out of each other on some PlayStation game that required them to save the world from an alien invasion. Much to my amusement, but not to my surprise, the Doctor lost. This meant he resorted to explaining all the games inaccuracies; including that the aliens in the game were actually a peaceful race anyway.

Anyway, we'll be leaving in a few days, for which I am grateful, because I actually find living a normal life day to day a lot stranger than going to far flung places with an alien who is over nine hundred years old, lives in a blue police box that is larger on the inside and saves the world on a daily basis - which is probably the real reason he was annoyed that he lost at that game with Mickey. Still, the Doctor assures me we can come back and visit my mum and Mickey every so often — again I just think he doesn't want to have his pretty face slapped and come to think of it, neither do I.

Martha carefully closed the journal, making the page with a folded corner, before taking the book back to her bedroom. She had a feeling that the universe though Rose Tyler's eyes would make for a very interesting read.