Rose and the Doctor proceeded along the tunnel leading to the plane.

"I just want you to know, Rose, if I die and you don't, you are most certainly not getting the TARDIS, or anything else of mine," said the Doctor conversationally.

"Doctor, it's not that bad! You act like we're stepping into a death trap or something."

"We are," replied the Doctor as he and his companion stepped into the plane itself. The Doctor began to turn left, toward first class, but Rose dragged him to the right.

"Where were you going?" she asked.

"Our seats," he replied.

"We're not sitting over there, silly! That's where they serve you proper food and the seats go all the way back!" Rose giggled.

"And ours don't? Wait, if we don't get real food, what do we get?"

"A cheaper flight."

The twosome approached their seats.

"11 . . . 12 . . . 13, here we are," said Rose, watching the numbers above the seat rows.

"You expect me to ride in this death trap in row thirteen?" asked the Doctor incredulously.

"Oh, come on, you don't go for that sort of stuff normally."

"This isn't normal."

"All right, fine. Do you want to sit in the window seat or the middle?"

"Well, I would sit in the middle, so that I can get out into the aisle sooner if anything happens, but then again, I might need to watch what's going on outside the plane to identify the cause of trouble, in which case I should sit in the window seat. Of course, I'd be of no help regardless without my sonic screwdriver, but still, maybe I'd better-"

"Just sit down, Doctor!" exclaimed Rose, pushing him into the window seat. He sat there moodily, staring out the window at the tarmac. Just as Rose was preparing to sit down next to him, a man tapped her on the shoulder.

"Excuse me, but could you give me a hand with this?" he asked her, gesturing to his monolithic wheeled suitcase. "I need to get it into the overhead . . . ."

"Erm, sure, I guess," said Rose, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She tentatively began to help the man lift the incredibly heavy case. She took most of the weight of the case as they hoisted it into the overhead compartment, muscles straining.

"Thanks," said the man to Rose.

Before she could reply, the Doctor said loudly, "Wonder how many people he had to bribe before they let that huge thing on, eh, Rose? Strange that they didn't make him check it-"

Before the Doctor could make any obnoxious remark about his screwdriver, Rose quickly sat down next to him, calling, "No problem!" over her shoulder to the man. He sat down in the aisle seat in the row in front of theirs.

"Shut up," hissed Rose in the Doctor's face.

"Get out of my face, it's stressful!" whined the Doctor.

"Make me," said Rose ferociously, nearing the breaking point.

"Cardiac arrest," muttered the Doctor murderously. Rose decided to pointedly ignore him.

As they sat there, a very corpulent man made his way down the aisle, and sat down in the aisle seat next to Rose, just as the woman in front of her reclined her seat as far as was possible in economy class. Rose, squished in her seat, glanced at the Doctor as the man sitting next to her won the battle over the armrest. The Doctor smiled smugly at her before turning back to the window.

That was when the baby right behind him began to cry loudly. It was Rose's turn to smile smugly.

As they sat in these uncomfortable positions, the flight attendants emerged, announcing that they would go over safety directions before the plane took off. The Doctor obediently removed the safety directions from the flap in the seat in front of his.

"It's kind of like a marsupial chair, isn't it?" he said conversationally to Rose.

"What're you doing, then?" she asked.

"Reading the safety directions, so I know what to do in the event of the worst."

"But nobody ever actually reads those!"

"Turn off your phone, Rose."

"Oh, come off it, nobody does that."

"The flight attendants are telling us to. Now, if you can't trust the people running the plane to tell you what to do, how can you possibly feel safe?"

"Doctor, that's a ridiculous argument, and you know it."

"Turn off your phone!"

Rose sighed and turned on the phone, as the intercom announced that the plane was about to take off.