The oddly dressed man who smelled strongly of smoke quickly dismissed her and headed back into his box. Rose shook her head, not sure what was going on or why. It was all too weird. But before she could think about anything else, he came back out and asked if they were in her bedroom. "Um yeah." She replied. Her head was spinning. How was he to ask about their whereabouts, it was obvious wasn't it? At least to her it was. The man then vanished back into the box and Rose stood up and quickly walked out of her bedroom. She had no idea what was going or even why. He had mentioned something about dimensions or something but that made no sense at all. Was this some sort of science experiment gone awry? Rose felt as though a heavy weight was pushing down upon her shoulders.

Fresh air.

She needed fresh air.

Maybe then, the weird guy would be gone and she could move on and enjoy the rest of the day on her own as planned. Seeming to function on autopilot, she headed out the door and up the stairs to the roof of her apartment complex. She loved the view and how no one else was ever around to bother her. Rose liked the peace of being on top of the world, in her imagination. Even Mickey knew Rose liked to go to the roof for her privacy. She lived in close quarters with her mother, space was necessary no matter where she sought to find it. After five minutes of deep breathing, she decided to head back down to her flat and try to make proper sense of the absurd event. She headed back down the stairs and headed back inside the apartment.

It was then that she got a text from Mickey saying he was on his way. She cringed, not thinking that his presence would help things. She tried to think of an excuse to turn him around but none came to mind. Just great. Rose waited by the front door and soon began to pace around the living room. Before she knew it, her boyfriend had let himself in as he usually did, which annoyed Jackie. "Hey Rose, I thought I'd pop by and surprise you. I guess you can't consider it a surprise if I said I was on ma way." He smiled a little.

"This isn't a good time." Rose tried to explain though she really couldn't.

"Why? Your mum around?"

"No, some guy is actually..."

"What? Who?" 

"I don't know-" She began to say but Mickey moved past her and headed back in her bedroom, obviously thinking the worst. Rose was quick to chase after him. "Mickey, wait! It's not what it sounds like. H-he just showed up out thin air like some wacky magician." She yammered and got to her room to see Mickey staring at the blue police box. Another knot formed its way in the pit of her stomach. How was she going to explain when she didn't even know what was happening. Rose looked off and felt a headache coming on. "I don't even know him." Rose said to Mickey, trying to calm him down.

"That's one weird thing after another." Mickey muttered and looked back at his girlfriend. "A weird trash bin moved on it's on and now this? I think we're mental." He rubbed his head.

"You're mental." Rose corrected with a bit of a glare. "Trash bins may have wheels but they can't move on their own and this has got to be some kind of joke or something." She insisted. Though this could be something else. Or it couldn't, they could have just had too much to drink the night before. That was a simple explanation right? What else could be happening?