When Bert woke to the same day over again, he found himself laying in bed crying. It had been to much to see Rose die twice already. Surely he could not survive a third time, watching the woman that he was sure he loved die. He decided to track her down earlier than the dance. He scarfed down an quick breakfast of toast, and then started the long drive over to her county.
When he arrived in town, he went to the first business he saw, a dinner, and got out of his car. The dinner was metal sided and square. He entered and looked around to see if he could spot her. When he could not, he went up to the first local he saw, an large man with a full beard, and asked "Sir, do you know where Rose Tyler lives. Within minutes, he knew her address and that her father was the mayor, He did not know how he was supposed to get past her father, but he had to try.
A few minutes later, he pulled up in front of a white Victorian house, with a wide front porch. He got out of his car and walked up to the porch. He was nervous and unsure of what he would say, but he needed to save her this time. Bert reached out and rang the door bell.
When he arrived in town, he went to the first business he saw, a dinner, and got out of his car. The dinner was metal sided and square. He entered and looked around to see if he could spot her. When he could not, he went up to the first local he saw, an large man with a full beard, and asked "Sir, do you know where Rose Tyler lives. Within minutes, he knew her address and that her father was the mayor, He did not know how he was supposed to get past her father, but he had to try.
A few minutes later, he pulled up in front of a white Victorian house, with a wide front porch. He got out of his car and walked up to the porch. He was nervous and unsure of what he would say, but he needed to save her this time. Bert reached out and rang the door bell.