"What? What? WHAT?!" the Doctor said, his eyes squinting in utter disbelief behind his glasses. The name on the placard didn't read 'John Smith' or 'The Doctor'.

It didn't read 'Rose Tyler' either.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence," Martha chuckled as she sat down to have her lunch.

"Oh, I didn't mean it like that, Martha Jones; you're a star, you are. It's just…Rose and I had this bet, and I was really looking forward to having one of those long coats," he pouted.

"Like this one?" Rose said as she rounded the corner, holding up the long tan coat, its blue satin lining shimmering under the fluorescent lights. She peeked around the side, grinning her tongue-touched grin.

"Rub it in, why don't you," he said, his lip jutting out even further.

Rose laughed. "This is yours, Doctor. For you. A deal's a deal."

"But I didn't win," he said, crossing the room to run his fingers along one of the sleeves.

"That wasn't the bet."

"Sure it was!"

"No," she said gently, "If I remember right, the terms were if I lost, I had to buy you this coat."

"We both lost…to Martha."

"Exactly. Now try it on, lemme see how it looks," he grinned as he slipped the coat on over his shoulders and bore the weight of the luxurious wool.

"Wait until Mr. Henrik sees this!" he smiled.

"Why would Mr. Henrik—?"

"Welllll, it didn't come as a real surprise that I wouldn't get my name on the placard there," he thumbed over his shoulder, "So I may have, possibly found a creative way to tender my resignation." Rose's eyes went wide.

"Doctor…what did you do?"

"Oh, nothing really," his eyes twinkled guiltily as he laced his fingers with hers, "Just put a note in Mr. Henrik's office about how I would be leaving unexpectedly; just a letter. Well, a letter and about forty shop window dummies."

Rose laughed. "Seriously?"

Suddenly, a familiar voice bellowed from the hallway. "JOHN SMITH! I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE. I AM CALLING SECURITY!"

The Doctor grinned and tugged her toward the fire door at the opposite end of the room. "Run!"