Rose looked back down the stairs, as if waiting for someone or something to come charging up after them. She didn't even know why. Maybe it was that sense that there was something looming over them, mighty and powerful and... destructive.

"I get the feeling that time is very... timey-wimey here," she tried to explain, resorting to one of the terms she'd heard him use on more than one occasion in their years together. "Almost as if... it's different for different people, at different times and in different... places." There had certainly been times like that for her. And what with people going missing and all...