The Doctor and the Warden ( Male time lord reader ) Season 1

The empty child- part three

The Doctor thinks for a moment. 

The Doctor: Okay. I'm opening the door now. 

The child withdraws his hand from the letterbox. The Doctor draws back the bolts and opens the door, but the child has disappeared. The Doctor walks down the path and looks up and down the street, but there is no sign of the child. Rose wakes up and gets up off the bed. She looks around at her surroundings. 

Jack: Better now? 

Rose: You got lights in here? 

Jack, who is sitting in the pilot seat, obligingly turns them on. 

Jack: Hello. 

Rose: Hello. 

Jack: Hello. 

Rose: Let's not start that again.

Jack laughs. 

Jack: Okay. 

Rose pulls down her t-shirt self-consciously and takes a few steps towards him. 

Rose: So, um... who're you supposed to be, then? 

Jack: Captain Jack Harkness. 133 Squadron Royal Airforce - American Volunteer. 

He hands her what would appear to be an ID card. Rose looks at it. 

Rose: Liar. 

Jack pauses. 

Rose: This is psychic paper. It tells me whatever you want it to tell me. 

Jack: How do you know?

Rose: Two things. One, I have some friends who use these all the time. 

Jack: Ah. 

Rose: And two, you just handed me a piece of paper telling me you're single and you work out. 

Jack leans forward to take it back. 

Jack: Tricky things, psychic paper. 

Rose: Yeah, can't let your mind wander when you're handing it over. 

She hands it back to him. Jack reads it. 

Jack: Oh, you "sort of" have a boyfriend called Mickey Smith but you consider yourself to be footloose and fancy free. 

Rose: Wha- 

Jack: -Actually, the word you use is "available". 

Rose: No way... 

Jack: And another one, "very". 

Rose: Shall we uh... try and get along WITHOUT the psychic paper? 

Jack: That would be better, wouldn't it? 

Rose: Nice spaceship. 

Jack: Gets me around. 

Rose: Very... Spock. 

She looks at him for a sign of recognition. 

Jack: Who? 

Rose: Guessing you're not a local boy, then. 

Jack: A cell phone, a liquid crystal watch, and fabrics that won't be around for at least another two decades... guessing you're not a local girl. 

Rose is now sitting on the pilots seat, examining the spaceship. 

Rose: Guessing right. 

She tries to touch something, but withdraws her hands quickly, gasping with pain. Her hands have burn marks on them.