DISCLAIMER: I own nothing save the Spider and I am not making any money. Except for the Spider, everything belongs to and was made by BBC. I think, anyway.

At the moment, the Place that Shouldn't Exist was quiet. Even Lynda's ever-constant low music was gone. If one strained ones ears, one could make out the little noises that never went away (such as other people in the house breathing) but aside from the living noises, nothing played in the realm of sound.

Down the corridor and up to a corner, a little spider sat in his web, curling his silver web over and over into a soft ball, so that he could have a pillow. The Doctor and Rose had pillows, so he figured he should give it a go. Nothing to bad about copying that, was there?

Away from the spider, in the same corridor and into the ninth room (which used to be the sixth room, along the twelve thousand sixty-eighth corridor), a wide awake Time Lord held a young human in his embrace. He was the Doctor, and the human was Rose Tyler. He flicked her hair, more to do something then any real reason.

He let his head fall back onto the pillow. Any minute it was going to start, and he wasn't sure if he could handle it again. Each time she slept, she did it. He loved her very much and he would never leave her, but . . . he wasn't sure he could go through another round.

A gentle vibration began to touch everything. Out in the hall a little spider squeaked. In the bedroom, the Doctor sighed.

Rose snuggled into his chest, unaware that she was about to be rudely awoke.

The vibrations ceased. Then came again as a light tickle. They went like this for some time, slowly increasing in strength. The Doctor looked to the ceiling, hoping this wasn't going to be as bad as last time. His last companion to suffer this had left, refusing to believe his explanation.

'You're marrying Rose, she won't leave over this!' he chided himself - as the whole place began to rumble. Rose snorted but remained asleep.

Silence. Stillness.

Earthquake!

"Doctor!" Rose screamed, nearly falling off the bed as everything on the shelves fell to the floor. The Doctor caught her, pulled her close, and patiently waited for the crashing to end. He could smell her fear, and he could hear Lynda screeching, and Jack was . . . well, he couldn't hear Jack. The man probably had enough sense to know screaming was not going to help.

'Its okay, Rose," the Doctor told her cheerfully. Her fear seemed to go down even though the shaking increased. The lights struggled to stay on, then decided the fight was not worth it, plunging the place into darkness.

It was another minute or so before the earthquake subsided, turning from a monstrous attack to a little quiver.

"What the bloody hell was that?!" Rose gasped. Her hand clenched the Doctor's.

"Well..." The Doctor's voice trailed off. "Sorry about that, love. She only does it every one hundred years, during her sleep cycle."

"What?" Rose wondered, her wide eyes turned to her fiance.

"She doesn't sleep much, but when she does...well, we just flout around the time vortex for a few days, and then go back to our travels. I tried not doing so the first time, and ended up making a black hole..."

Rose shook her head, then started to laugh. "You mean...that...the TARDIS..."

The Doctor shot his beloved a grin. Relief was too mild a word to discribe the feeling he had, knowing she was not going to leave.

"Yes Rose, that was the TARDIS snoring."