"Yes, I saw Rose too," was all the Doctor would say. He strode through the walkways of the estate with a look in his dark eyes that said do not mess. Mickey could hardly keep up with him.
"We've got to go to her," said Keisha.
"She's right. Rose needs us," said Mickey. "Now. We can't muck about."
The Doctor didn't break his step, didn't turn. "Shut up," he said.
"But she's in danger, like Jay!" Keisha insisted. "We have to get to her before the feast--"
"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" The Doctor whirled on one heel and rounded on them both. "This whole planet could be danger! D'you think I don't want to go jumping into the Thames after Rose? You think I don't want to..." He pinched the bridge of his nose, closed his eyes, trying to get a hold of himself. "I do want to, and I didn't even see her clearly. My senses are about a thousand times smarter than yours. These creatures haven't got a measure of me yet, haven't learned how to press all my buttons. But they're having a damned good go."