As the plane soared off the tarmac, the fat man sitting next to Rose began to snore loudly. His head sank slowly toward her shoulder as she leaned away.

The Doctor's adrenaline levels were so high that his legs were shaking uncontrollably. He looked away from the window to avoid watching the ground receding behind them.

"We're still on the ground. We're still on the ground," he muttered to himself.

"No, we're not," said the woman sitting in front of Rose, looking pleasantly back at the Doctor through the two inch gap between her seat and the seat next to her. It had been caused by her excessively reclining chair.

"No," interjected the Doctor. He paused, and then said, "Well . . . I would be able to tell if someone hadn't confiscated-"

Rose elbowed the Doctor in the ribs with her left arm while using her right to carefully move the fat man's head back into his own seat.

"Isn't that lovely?" said the woman happily. "I'm Edna Murphy, by the way," she added pleasantly, extending her arm awkwardly over the back of the seat. The Doctor tentatively shook her hand.

Her hand relinquished its grip on his and flew back into her own row as she asked, "What's your name?"

"I'm the Doctor," said the Doctor.

"Doctor who?" she asked.

"Doctor White," interjected Rose, remembering the Doctor's unusual alibi.

"I'm from Chicago," said the woman. "I was in London visiting my niece, who just got married to a lovely young man from - well, officially I was there on this corporate trip, but job work is boring - not that my job is boring, I'm an international accountant. It's a fantastic job, I think you'd love it. I get to fly around all the time and do such interesting things - although not nearly as interesting as the stuff people like famous historical figures did. I'm really interested in Perenelle Flamel at the moment, she's just fascinating. I'm reading this fantastic book about her - and her husband of course, that alchemist. Alchemy is incredible, don't you think? Anyway, this book is fantastic, it really seems like your type of book."

"Mmm," said the Doctor, pulling his personal TV remote from his armrest.

"Where are you from?"

The Doctor put in earbuds, which he then connected to his personal TV. The woman turned around again, dissatisfied, and proceeded to try to converse with one of her other neighbours. This, combined with the baby screeching in row 14 and the fat man's snores, made Rose want to scream. Instead, she pulled out her cheap paperback and tried to read.

Five minutes later, the Doctor, now wearing his glasses, muttered something unpleasant in Raxacoricofallapatorian.

"What's wrong?" asked Rose, the only person who knew what the Doctor had just said.

"Too slow," muttered the Doctor, who was impatiently tapping on his remote. Rose leaned over to see what he was doing on his personal TV

"Top Secret: CIA," Rose read aloud. "What are you up to?"

"Figuring out which flights today are suspected for terrorist bombings," muttered the Doctor.

"If you keep worrying about this sort of safety stuff, you're going to have cardiac arrest," joked Rose.

"Cardiac arrest?!" exclaimed the man with the big suitcase from row 12.

"Who's going into cardiac arrest?" asked the chatty woman.

The fat man snorted in his sleep and adjusted his position a little.

"Oh my god! I am?" asked the Doctor, horrified, pulling out his earbuds. Rose groaned, letting her head fall back onto her headrest.

After another five minutes, the Doctor (having by now realized that he was not a victim of cardiac arrest) flipped over his remote, exasperated.

"Rose?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you have a key?"

"Yeah, sure," she replied as she dug through her pockets. "Here it is. The key to my mum's flat. Why?"

"Because I have to get this screw out, but I haven't got my-"

"Yes, I know! But why are you dismembering a remote?"

The Doctor quickly unscrewed the battery panel. "I figure if I just push this in a little further, I can give it the boost of power it needs to work faster," he explained. He pushed the remote's innards in.

Every TV screen on the plane went black. Shocked silence hung over the plane for a second. Even the chatty woman, snoring fat man, and baby had grown strangely silent. Then everyone began to talk at once.

Flight attendants came into the cabin, announcing redundantly that the TVs had gone down due to an oversurge of power.

"Well, it did give it the extra power," muttered the Doctor to Rose, the latter of whom was already face-palming.

Another five minutes came and went before the captain came onto the intercom.

"I'm sorry, but we have some minor turbulence ahead. The fasten seatbelt signs are coming on," they did, "and I'm going to ask you to remain seated."

"Turbulence?" said the Doctor frantically. "Turbulence is bad. We might crash!"

"We're not going to crash, Doctor. This happens all the time."

"You can't know that! I'm going to be prepared when it happens."

The Doctor had absorbed his safety information well. He yanked the life jacket out from under the seat in front of him with one hand while he pulled down the oxygen mask from above with the other hand.

An alarm began to blare, and all the lights on the plane went out, except for little emergency guiding strips of light along the aisle. People began to scream.

"Please stay in your seats!" yelped the captain over the intercom. "This is not an emergency! Remain calm!" This had pretty much no effect. Even the fat man woke up, groggy and disoriented. The baby, who had been quiet since the Doctor had crashed the TVs, woke up again and began to sob uncontrollably.

"Please, get up, sir," said a burly male flight attendant to the fat man. The fat man stood up and got out of his way.

"Would you mind getting out of my way, ma'am?" he asked Rose menacingly.

"Yes, I would mind!" she replied. The Doctor watched the scene from behind his oxygen mask as he tightened his life jacket.

"Are you with him?" asked the flight attendant, gesturing with disgust toward the Doctor.

"Yeah, I am! And to get through to him you'll have to go through me!"

"I will if you don't move."

"He'll come calmly, won't you, Doctor?"

The Doctor shook his head petulantly.

That pushed Rose over the edge. She tore off the Doctor's mask and yanked him into the aisle by the straps of his life jacket.

"Where do you want me to take him?" she asked the flight attendant.

"We have two open seats at the front of economy class. They're excellent for observation."

Rose began to drag the Doctor toward the front of the plane, but then paused.

"Two?"

"One for you and one for the other troublemaker."

The Doctor began to laugh. "See, Rose? You're a troublemaker too!"

The flight attendant led both Rose and the Doctor to the front of the plane, as the rest of the passengers watched, aghast.