Slumping back into the plush leather of the big chair, Rose's expression turned exceedingly glum. "Still can't get into my TARDIS," she informed Jack with complete unhappiness, "so nope, no 'significant developments' on this end." Was she pouting? Yes, Rose Tyler was pouting. It wasn't like she was used to being locked out of her own home, after all.
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Date: 2009-03-07 12:08 am (UTC)