[Finding herself on the plane is Rose Marion Tyler, arriving from 1950's London and her own universe. Her gaze is lifted, fixed and unwavering to the sky and is riveted to the large, gaping hole above her. Several seconds pass, uncounted, in silence with her lips slightly parted in shock.]

Well, this is...different.

Can't imagine where I've ended up, or how I've made it here for that matter. Sure didn't come by TARDIS, and if..

[Her speech pauses as a hitched, startled sound comes from her throat, prompting a wild look cast over her shoulder. The same repeats in the other direction, and then twice more, frantic. A little breath comes roughly from her lips again, now filled with a note of panic.]

...and if I didn't come by TARDIS, then that means the Doctor's not here, either.

Right, then that's...well, didn't expect it, really. In London just a second ago, middle of the crowd after the coronation and then I'm just...here. Still haven't any idea where here is, but it's definitely not London. Not any place I've seen before, either, or heard about. The Doctor talked about..vortexes and things, but seeing one...

...don't...really have words for it.

[Another few moments pass and then Rose blinks twice, as if to pull herself mentally away from the hole overhead. A slightly strained smile twitches at the corners of her lips, in an attempt to be confident but falling short.]

Right, then! Well, am I alone here? Got to be someone else around, right? Someone who can tell me what's going on?

Anyone? Hello!

[Isaac appears, and he does not look amused at all. In one hand is the crumpled remains of a letter thanks, Axel, the contents of which are responsible for the almost frantic manner in which Isaac is surveying his surroundings.

But on top of that, he just looks exceedingly frustrated with himself.]

I don't need something like this right now...

[River is sitting in the kitchen with a mug of tea. She's got both hands wrapped tightly about it, and is giving the vague impression that it is not warmth she seeks - but answers. Steam is curling upwards like fog]

Idiot.

[Her journal rests nearby]