Rose stares as the man -- the Doctor -- disappears again, then what he's told her trickles through -- particularly "blow up" and "run for your life". And again, she does, slowing a little once she hits the main street. She's still in London and this is still Regent Street and there are still people and she's not in a bad science fiction movie, it's all definitely real, including the bus that nearly runs her over.

Including the massive explosion that follows.

Her first reaction is to stare a bit; second's to think, He blew up my work!

Her third is to run again like he told her, to get away and on a bus home. And from there, from the warmth and safety and (unreal) normality of home, she can curl up on the couch and watch the events on the news, like every good Brit. With a mug of tea, naturally, because tea solves everything.

Mickey asks about it and she says she knows nothing; her mother talks about compensation and Rose rolls her eyes. Normal and familiar all right.

When morning rolls around, and she's "got no job to go to!", she's sitting at the kitchen table contemplating an apple when something skitters at the door.

Bloody stray cats, and she scolds her mother about it as she crouches down and peers at the discarded nails by the catflap.