"Rose?"

Somewhere, Rose could've sworn she heard someone calling her name, their voice drifting towards her in the distance.

"Rose!"

She heard it again, more desperate this time, but couldn't summon the strength to respond.

"Rose! Rose please, listen to me. Rose!"

She snapped her head up, finally giving in to the insistent cries.

"What?" She huffed in annoyance, turning her gaze back to her plate of crispy, golden chips, smothered with just the right amount of ketchup to look artistic. She cursed under her breath as she looked at the picture she had just taken. Perfect angle, but slightly blurred.

"Ros-"

"Bloody hell, Doctor!" She exclaimed agitatedly. "I had the perfect shot and then you went and ruined it!"

"Rose, we've got to go. This planet implodes in three minu-"

"This isn't good enough for instagram, I'm going to have to take another."

"Rose," The Doctor snatched her phone out of her hands and stuffed it deep into the pockets of his brown trench coat. He fixed her a stern glare and pointed in the direction of the door. "Tardis. Now."

"Fine," She sighed, standing up reluctantly. "I'll just have to filter it then."

She stalked off ahead of the Time Lord, head held high.

"Tardis is this way, Rose."