The Doctor turns, and heads for the door. Rose follows. "You don't scare me," she says, not very believably, and stands between him and the door. "I know how sad you are." So sad, is how sad, and she does know. The unbelievable asshole of them both right now! Peter Pan was never this wicked to his Wendy, I'll say that. I wish Jackie or somebody were there to slap them both out of it. "You'll be back in a minute, or you'll hang around outside the TARDIS waiting for me..." She's probably right, and he knows it. He stares at her for a second, but can't give in. He pushes past her, and out the door. Rose screams: "And I'll make you wait a long time!" She slams the door, and pants against it, and Pete pokes his head of his bedroom. "Boyfriend trouble?" She doesn't answer; she just straightens her back. Near enough.
A very pissed Doctor takes off down the road, and again we see him from above, through a screaming red and messed-up lens. We change focus to a woman hanging her laundry, a hobo drinking against a wall, a man cutting his hedges. We close in on the man, who shouts and drops his shears to the ground. Laundry Lady disappears; her clothes fall to the grass. The hobo's drink drops to the pavement. "Nay, indeed, if you had your eyes, you might fail of the knowing me: it is a wise father that knows his own child. Well, old man...give me your blessing: truth will come to light; murder cannot be hid long; a man's son may, but at the length truth will out." Little Merchant for ya. The truth? None of this should be happening. I wonder if, when the first Doctor and Rose disappeared, it was because we were in a new place? A new now? A place that shouldn't exist? And they're just back where we came from? And if the cleaners are coming?
Rose picks up a pack of Pete's peanuts and politely puts them on a plate. Pete comes out in his wedding suit and finds it appropriately creepy. She calls it "force of habit," and maybe Jackie's just that lazy, but I think it's closer to being French for "I love you." Pete comforts her, saying that "couples have rows all the time," but Rose just drops to the couch like a teenager. Every scene, she's a little bit older with him. "Why does everyone think we're a couple?" she says, and then cracks her neck, and gives in: "I think he left me." Pete starts to say how foolish that would be, given what a hottie she is, and Rose goes a little crazy explaining how, and to what degree, and for how long, they will not be "going there": "You aren't even aware that there exists.... I don't even want to think about there, and believe me, neither do you. There, for you, is like...phfft. It's like the Bermuda Triangle." Pete takes this as well as a man of his years and charm can, and Rose changes the subject by grabbing his arm: "Right, are we off?" He takes her arm, all, "Mixed signals much?," and she informs him firmly that it's anything but. He sighs and takes her arm, and offers to escort her to the loony bin. They leave, and you can finally see the apartment, which is great: purple walls and checkered floor and white sheers hanging down.