Rose and the Doctor sat down at the front of the plane. Rose noticed that these seats didn't have personal TV screens (not that this mattered considering the Doctor's previous antics). As the normal lights came on in the plane, the Doctor pulled his legs into a cross-legged meditation pose.

A flight attendant came around with a cart of food and beverages. Rose thought of Stoffur's with horror, but the flight crew seemed to be shunning them and never asked if they wanted anything. Rose glanced over at the Doctor, only to find that he had fallen asleep, his chin touching his chest.

As the food cart came back up the aisle, a man was walking behind it. Rose assumed he was going to the bathroom - at least until he sat down next to her and held out a formerly frozen "meal" to her.

"The best that money can buy three thousand miles from the surface of the earth," he said with a grin. Rose thought about pointing out that they had real food in first class but decided against it.

"Say, does your boyfriend want anything?" he asked, gesturing toward the Doctor.

"Oh, erm . . . he's not my boyfriend," said Rose.

"Okay . . ." said the man. "Where is your boyfriend, then?"

"I don't really have a boyfriend anymore," said Rose, thinking of Mickey trapped in a parallel universe.

"Oh, okay," replied the man. "That's good."

He sat down next to Rose.

"So, where are you from?"

"London. How about you?"

"I'm from the finest city in the U.S. of A: Dallas, Texas."

Rose nodded sagaciously by way of reply. The man began to tell her about the wonders of Texas and how amazing its inhabitants were. After quite a while of this, the flight attendants came on the intercom and announced that the flight would be landing shortly. Rose had spent almost the entire eight-hour flight listening to him.

He suddenly asked, "So, can I have your number?"

Rose wasn't really paying too much attention at this point.

"Sorry, what?"

"I just want to be able to send for you when I have enough money to get you to Dallas to be with me!"

"Hang on, do you think I'm going to be your girlfriend or something?"

"I thought you already were!"

Rose elbowed the Doctor with her left arm, muttering, "Could use some help here . . . ."

The Doctor continued to sleep peacefully, blissfully unaware of Rose's awkward predicament.

Rose groaned inwardly as the man leaned closer and said, "Unless you wanna come now."

"Er . . . no thanks."

"Come on, you know you want to! We could drive around in my SUV all you want!"

"Listen, this guy might not be my boyfriend, but he's the Doctor," said Rose angrily, gesturing at the Doctor. "He might not look like much now, but if I wake him up, he could send you flying into the depths of prehistory. So I would advise you to get up and back away calmly. He can be very jealous; you have been warned."

The man looked at the Doctor disbelievingly. "That guy? He looks about as harmless as a plastic knife."

"Well, he's been know to cause a terrible heart condition before," said Rose loudly, seriously hoping that this would work and wake the Doctor up. "It's called cardiac arrest."

The Doctor yelped and his legs shot down to a normal sitting position. His eyes widened in fear, and then closed as he began to spasm. The Texan got up, even though the fasten seatbelt sign was on, and retreated to his normal seat as the plane began to go into a sharp dive down to the tarmac below.

Rose frantically grabbed the only thing handy - the Stoffur's meal - and whacked it on the Doctor's chest. She'd read something somewhere about stimulating the heartbeat. This had basically no effect.

"He's going into cardiac arrest! Someone help!" exclaimed Rose, but no one believed them after the Doctor's earlier tricks.

Suddenly, the Doctor's body grew strangely calm, and he exhaled deeply.

Oh no, thought Rose. If he regenerates on a plane I'm going to kill him.

Suddenly, the Doctor's eyes flew open.

"How was the flight?" he asked calmly as the plane touched down.

Rose gaped.

"You just went into cardiac arrest!" she exclaimed.

"Oh, I recover quite easily from cardiac arrest," replied the Doctor complacently. "All I need is a good, hard whack."

"On your chest?" asked Rose.

"Oh, anywhere really," replied the Doctor.

The fasten seatbelt sign dinged off, and people began to stand up. The first person out of her seat was the chatty woman, who hurried over to the Doctor and Rose. She was clutching a thick, dustjacketed, hardcover book.

"Like I said earlier, you just have to read this!" she persevered valiantly, but the Doctor cut her off.

"Perenelle Flamel was a dull hypochondriac. She thought she had the plague. Now, if you'll excuse me, my friend and I have some very important business to attend to," he said scathingly. He led Rose off the plane by her elbow. They were the first into the tunnel out of the plane, and as soon as he had made his dramatic exit final, the Doctor let go of Rose and ran at breakneck speed up the tunnel and out of the plane. Rose rolled her eyes and raced off after him.