"Albert...no...Hamish...maybe not...Robert...oh I've never liked that name..." Rose spoke aloud as she brushed her hair, sitting on the small chair in front of the bedroom mirror. She let the brush fall to the table, sighing and placing a hand over her protruding stomach. What did one call a half-alien child such as this?

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"John Archer Doctor, come here this minute, young man!"

"Mummy, minutes are relative!" A little boy with blond hair that stuck up in all directions came prancing into the TARDIS kitchen. He was five years old and dressed in a rocket-ship sweater and khakis. His cheeky smile appeared around the circular kitchen door.

"You haven't finished your lunch." Rose scolded him.
Rose was twenty-six now, and was staying home while the Doctor, her husband, was saving an alien race. The TARDIS was parked between craters on a strange planet, hidden for when the Doctor returned. Rose wished to be out, running with the Doctor, but the urge to protect her little Johnny was stronger.

"Mummy, can we pleeaase go with Daddy? You never let me go on adventures." The boy's brown eyes were fixed up at his mother with yearning.

"Oh Johnny, we took you to the park on Septor 5 just yesterday." She tussled his hair. "You know we don't want you to get hurt on these missions." She understood his desire to get out there, however. He had taken on a pouty look.

"I'll tell you what, you stay right here, yeah? Stay here and finish lunch and I when I come back we'll walk around the craters a bit." She told him this with excitement, attempting to make it sound interesting. She hurried to throw on some shoes and a jacket.

John took one look at his mother's retreating form and quietly scampered out of the TARDIS, closing the door gently behind him. He grinned and ran toward certain adventure.

"Right, so we're going now!" Rose called cheerfully as she entered the kitchen. She rolled her eyes when she saw that her son was not there. He's probably waiting by the door already. When she made it to the control room, she discovered that he was not there either.

"John? Johnny, where are you?" She called again, peering around the room. "Come on, we're leaving!" She commenced a search of the entire ship: her son was nowhere to be found. She rushed outside into the cool air.
It was nighttime on this planet, and three moons glittered overhead of the rocky, mountainous landscape.
"John! Where are you?!" Rose called in vain; her son was much too far to hear.

"What-what ARE you? What're you doing? Mum! Dad!"