"What do you mean "both"?" mum asks confused.
                          
"Well, he's got two hearts," Rose tells mum.
                          
"Oh, don't be stupid," mum demands.
                          
"He has!" I tell mum, looking at her whilst Rose gets up and walks to the door.
                          
"Anything else he's got two of?" she asks Rose and me.
                          
"Leave him alone," Rose tells mum, turning back around.
                          
"Ew. Mum! I don't need that image in my head now!" I exclaim as she walks out of the room. I turn back to the Doctor before walking out of the room and into the living room not aware of a wisp of the golden Time Vortex escaping from the Doctor's mouth and floating towards her and hitting her neck before being absorbed.
                          
**********
                          
Rose's P.O.V:
                          
"How can he go changing his face?" mum asks me as I shut the fridge door. "Is that a different face or is he a different person?"
                          
"How should I know?" I snap before pausing, guiltily. "Sorry."
                          
Mum nods her head before I sigh. "The thing is... I thought I knew him... I thought him and Lexy could be-" I cut myself off when I look over at Galaxy who is laying on the sofa in the living room. "... and then he goes and does this. I keep forgetting he's not human."
                          
I take mum's hand and try to make an effort to calm myself down before I look at her confused. "But, what's wrong with Galaxy? Is she alright? Rose?" mum asks concerned for my sister.
                          
"She's heartbroken, mum," I begin. "He changed and she can't deal with it. She had a connection with the old Doctor and she's scared that she's just lost it. I felt as if he was the one for her but I'm not too sure anymore," I sigh, looking at Galaxy heartbroken and then back at mum confused. "The big question is though... where'd you get a pair of men's pyjamas from?"
                          
"Howard's been staying over," mum tells me, walking away.
                          
"What, Howard from the market? How long's that been going on?" I ask her, questioning.
                          
"A month or so. First of all, he starts delivering to the door and I thought, "that's a bit odd". Next thing you know, it's a bag of oranges..."
                          
I suddenly turn my head towards TV distracting myself from the conversation that mum and I are having. "Is that Harriet Jones?!" I ask confused and slightly shocked before leaving the kitchen and walking into the living room, closer to the TV.
                          
"Oh, never mind me..." mum trails off.
                          
"Why's she on the telly?" I ask staring at the screen.
                          
"She's Prime Minister now. I'm eighteen quid a week better off," mum brags and I smile. "They're calling it Britain's Golden Age. Keep on saying my Rose and Galaxy have met her."
                          
"Did more than that. Stopped World War Three with her. Harriet Jones..."
                          
TV Man - Harriet Jones, what about those calling the Guinevere One Space Probe a waste of money?
                          
Harriet - Now, that's where you're wrong. I completely disagree if you don't mind. The Guinevere One Space Probe represents this country's limitless ambition. British workmanship sailing up there among the stars.
                          
Llewellyn - This is the spirit of Christmas, birth and rejoicing, and the dawn of a new age, and that is what we're achieving fifteen million miles away. Our very own miracle.
                          
A computerised image of the probe zooming from the Earth.
                          
Newsreader - The unmanned probe Guinevere One is about to make its final descent! Photographs of the Martians Landscape should be received by midnight tonight!