Goodbye skirt!

Picking up her pace slightly, Rose kept walking. Ok this was just getting silly, how could she not recognise anything?! It had seemed so familiar on the TARDIS screen.

Maybe she should head back. the Doctor might be worrying. Where was the TARDIS again?

Well she could retrace her steps, more or less. She didn't feel like going down those same streets again, but she was fairly proud of her sense of direction. If she just went this way instead, and looked for a way off to the left...

Someone was walking a dog; Rose noticed that suddenly. At least it confirmed she was on Earth, this city hardly looked space-age enough to be some human colony, and where else would there be dogs?

And the architecture did match her era, she was sure. Maybe she'd just taken a wrong turning somewhere. Still, she smiled-

And then the dog got off its leash, bounding up to her. She chuckled.

It was cute, only knee-high, and after facing down aliens she was hardly going to be scared of a dog. Was it heading for her?

And then faster than she could react it jumped up, bit down on a loose flap of her skirt, and kept running. There was another much louder tear.

The dog kept running down the street, Rose's skirt in its mouth. Behind it, the blonde's face went bright red, eyes widening.

She was left in her stockings and panties, her underwear revealed to the whole city, and the substatial tear over her ass drawing even more eyes to it. She shrieked, and turned.

"Someone stop that dog!" she shouted, taking a couple of embarrassed steps.

All anyone did was stare at her. She flushed further. Seriously?!

"It's got my skirt, can someone-"

She squeaked. No one was helping! And- where was it anyway? In her panic she'd lost sight of the canine thief.

And with it lost her skirt, out in the middle of what she still presumed to be London. Oh god.

Hands shaking from embarrassment, Rose hastily pulled off her jacket, wrapping it around her ass and holding the sides together to cover the front of her panties too. It didn't do anything about the knowledge that everyone on this street had just gotten an eyeful, but at least she could get moving again.

And get moving a lot faster. Forget getting her bearings, she just wanted to go back to the TARDIS, wherever it was.

Awkwardly she shuffled on, holding her jacket tightly around her exposed panties. At least it couldn't get much worse.