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Who: Rose Tyler & YOU
When: December 25th
Where: Regard de la Laterne.
What: Rose is remembering things... about Christmas.

It's a bit odd to see something that's not there. To feel this odd sense like someone should be watching over you, to care about where you're headed off to. With the city streets filled with all the decorations, and the way the Santas seem to stare at her a bit more... she can't shake that odd feeling that something's missing.

It is missing, maybe it's been missing for a while, but she hasn't been really looking for anything. Now though, now -- something's definitely wrong with what her life's become. Mornings at the bakery, evenings sleeping in early. It's a routine that she's grown into, grown used to even.

The girl... the girl that's in her flat. The familiar isn't just from her having a warm smile and an infectious laugh. It's more than that and that scares her - just a bit.

Sitting against the building, her fingernails getting chewed on as she thinks it all through. The small flashes of dreams, the bits that feel like something but couldn't possibly be...

Could it?

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Sweets is taking advantage of his one day off from the hospital to do some sight-seeing. It isn't that he hadn't found the work rewarding, if not challenging -- French isn't really the second language that he's used to having to put to use, but he's been figuring things out, more or less.

For right now, however, he's just taking in the sights. Which means he's almost going to bump right into you, Rose.

"Sorry about that."

She pats her jacket back down and shakes her head, "Oh, it's not a worry. Guess I was lost in thought for a bit, too."

He nods as he slides his hands into his pockets, planning on stopping and talking for a while. "This city has a way of leaving you lost in thought."

"Yeah, does that a bit. Thing is... my thoughts are gettin' mixed up a bit. Not all in the right order and it's like huge parts of it are being written over."

"Huh," Sweets said with a frown. "Do you know when you started feeling this way?"

"This past week... maybe? I'm not sure, the city got 'bit busier than usual. Mean, Paris is always with tourists and such - but then... then it just felt different. Like a different air was 'bout."

"I see," he nodded. "And you think this is adding to how confused you are?"

Rose took a breath, shrugging, a bit unsure about everything.

"I think it started how confused I am."

"What started confusing you, exactly?"

"The bits of my memories that are overlapping."

"What are you remembering that's new?"

"Something... with Christmas. Like I was saving people or I was with someone helping people. I just keep remembering Santas that attacked."

"Maybe it was a dream?" he suggests. "Like a subconscious worry about Christmas?"