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This story takes place after the events of ‘Father’s Day’ (S1 E8). After encountering her deceased father and her infant self, Rose returned to the TARDIS with the Doctor. As they made their way towards the majestic blue box, Rose paused and looked back at the church they had just left. Gazing upon herself as an infant, held tenderly by her mother Jackie, Rose couldn’t help but sense that this encounter with her family would stay with her for the foreseeable future. As the Doctor turned the key to open the TARDIS doors, Rose took a final glance at her family before joining him inside. Stepping into the familiar sight of the console room, Rose stayed silent as the Doctor bashed away at the controls, unsure of their next destination. The TARDIS whirred into life, leaving the overcast and cold of 1987 behind. The time machine whizzed through the vortex of time and space, the Doctor comfortably in control of his beloved ship. “Just got to make a quick visit to an old friend before we decide where we go next” said the Doctor, turning to face Rose. “Shouldn’t take too long, then we can be on our way”. “Ok” said Rose, nodding with her mouth hanging open as usual. The Doctor flashed her a smile as he pulled a lever on the TARDIS console. Not long after, the whirring sound that surrounded the console room faded away. The Doctor pulled the lever back up, and rubbed his hands together, eager for whatever faced them outside the walls of the TARDIS. Rose sheepishly stood aside, which caused the Doctor to pause his enthusiasm. He walked over to her, and tenderly paced his hand on her shoulder. “You alright?” he asked, softly. Rose avoided eye contact. Nodding her head once more, she tried to appear as if she was fine. “It’s just, that last trip was so much to handle. Ever since I held myself as an infant, I’ve felt all funny. I don’t know, it’s like I’m not myself”. The Doctor rubbed her shoulder, unphased by his companion’s worries. “Time distortion. You’ve just been inside your own personal timeline and now you’re back in the present. Sudden leaps in and out of your own personal history can leave you feeling a little uneasy. Trust me, I know”. Rose began to feel slightly brighter. She always felt safe when the Doctor was around. “I’ll be gone no longer than fifteen minutes. Try not to wreck your own timeline again whilst I’m out” he said with a smirk. Rose smiled at this, knowing the Doctor was only joking with her. “Shut up” she said, flashing him a similarly playful expression. With that, the Doctor opened the TARDIS doors and bounded outside. Rose slowly closed the doors behind him and slowly walked back up the ramp towards the central console. Now that she had the whole ship to herself, Rose was unsure what to do. She walked around the central console for a moment, knowing the Doctor wouldn’t be gone long. Suddenly, a thought came to her of something exciting to do: explore as many rooms in the TARDIS as possible. After all, the inside of the ancient spaceship was infinitely large, and there was bound to be plenty she hadn’t discovered yet. She made her way towards the corridor that connected the console room to the rest of the interior, with no clue as to what she may find. Having stumbled upon the TARDIS swimming pool and library, Rose was feeling pleased with her findings so far. As she made her way down the corridor, she happened upon another door. This door was not like the others she had seen. It was light blue in colour and was showing signs of neglect. Curious to find out what was inside, Rose stepped towards the door, which opened automatically. As she stepped into the room, she was immediately drawn to an enormous screen inside. The screen, currently switched off, was the size of a cinema screen. Rose approached the console in front and pressed a large button, which she presumed would turn the screen on. The screen flashed into life, causing Rose to step back from the console in order to see what was being displayed. In a series of letters and numbers were shown on the screen, reading: Time Difference - 1 minute = 1 year. Rose thought for a moment about what this could mean. Before she had time to come to a conclusion, the button she had pressed to switch the screen on began to flash. There was a funny sounding siren that came from the speakers next to the screen, as Rose looked around unsure of what was happening. The text from the screen vanished, and a new message popped up: Baby DNA Detected. Rose blinked to make sure she hadn’t misread the message. She wasn’t a baby, she was nineteen years old. How could it possibly detect baby DNA? Then suddenly, she remembered her most recent time travel experience. She had held her younger self briefly during her encounter with the time Reapers, which could have caused astronomical damage to her own personal timeline. Not wanting to stick around to discover any potential consequences to her actions, Rose turned to leave the room. However, before she could walk out back into the TARDIS corridors, the door slammed shut. Startled, Rose froze on the spot. A look of panic immediately came across her face. All the while, the funny sounding siren was still playing over the speakers, with the screen still proclaiming that it had registered baby DNA. Rose moved towards the shut door and tried to pry it open. After several attempts, she realised it was no use. She started to bang her hands on the door. “Let me out! Please let me out!” she cried. The siren quietened down, as Rose continued to bang on the door. Suddenly realising that the siren had stopped completely, Rose stopped banging on the door and turned around to face the screen. A new message flashed up, and it immediately filled Rose with a sense of dread: Initiate baby care protocol. Rose stood still, unable to even move her feet from all the panic flowing through her body. As she attempted to take a step forward, several hatches in the walls of the room opened up, and out shot four mechanical arms. The arms twisted and turned like an octopus’ tentacles as they shot towards Rose, each one of their ‘hands’ wide open. Rose let out a scream filled with fright as each mechanical grabbed hold of her wrists and ankles. Hoisting her into the air, Rose began to breathe heavily. “Let go of me! Put me down!” she cried as she struggled against the strong grip of the mechanical arms. As the arms carried Rose, more hatches in the walls opened up, revealing all manner of machines. The wall behind Rose opened up to disperse what looked like a large baby carrier, which was placed directly underneath Rose, who was still mid-air. Once the baby carrier was in place, the arms gently lowered Rose down onto it, still keeping hold of her ankles and wrists. Rose tried her best to comprehend what was happening to her. She looked over the sides of the baby carrier. She was at least fifteen feet in the air, so attempting to free herself from the arms and leaping off the baby carrier was out of the question. As she waited to see what the AI would do next, she began to deduce what the screen’s original message could mean. Though not a veteran time traveler, Rose knew a thing or two about how time could be twisted and re-shaped, especially given how she’d almost caused time to completely break by saving her father’s life on her latest adventure. After thinking through several possibilities, the answers were soon clear to her. The screen had mentioned that the room had registered traces of baby DNA when she touched the button, and who was the last person she had touched with her bare hands? Her infant self, when she met her mother and father back in 1987. She then deduced what the screen’s other message meant: Time Difference - 1 minute = 1 year. For every minute that passes outside of this room, such as the rest of the TARDIS, 1 whole year passes inside! To her horror, Rose figured out that there was no possible way of escaping the room without someone opening the door from the outside. The Doctor had said that he’d be no longer than fifteen minutes when she last saw him, which would mean that it would be fifteen years in her time before he could arrive to let her out. As Rose’s heart began to beat faster and faster knowing she was trapped, more mechanical arms approached her. Before she had the chance to even gasp, the arms grabbed at her clothing. They removed her denim jacket, pink hoodie and white top, revealing a pink bra underneath. Rose grit her teeth as she tried to resist, but the arm’s grip was far too strong. Next, her shoes and socks were removed and her dark pants were slowly pulled down. Rose was now sitting in the baby carrier in her pink bra and panties, completely embarrassed despite no other people being present in the room. As the clothes were carried away, a final set of arms approached her. Rose tried yet again to fend them off, but the arms were not deterred in the slightest. They unhooked her bra and pulled down her panties, carrying them away to be placed with her other clothes. Now completely naked, the nineteen year old was shivering from the cold temperature of the room. Her wrists and ankles were still held tight by the cold steel of the mechanical arms. After all her clothes had been carried away, the next step of the AI’s task began. Several new mechanical arms approached her, each with their own unique item in hand. The first to approach Rose held what looked like a baby pacifier, though it was much larger than one you would give to a crying infant. The pacifier was pink, and had a large black strap fitted to the sides. The arm turned the pacifier gag around, so that the silicone teat was facing Rose. Knowing exactly what the arm was about to do, Rose tried a final effort to escape. “Please, this is a mistake! I..” but before she could finish her pleading, the arm jammed the pacifier into her mouth. The straps were fastened behind her head, pushing down her straight, blonde hair. Rose gurned as the straps were tightened, locked in place with a padlock. With the gag preventing any clear speech, Rose could only whimper and sob as her tongue pressed against the silicone in her mouth. There was simply no way of removing the gag, not without the key to the padlock. The AI continued its duties, bringing forth the next set of items. Rose was hoisted slightly off the baby carrier as a mechanical arm laid down an adult-sized nappy underneath her bottom. Gently lowering her back down again, the mechanical arms got to work pulling the plastic nappy through Rose’s legs. Before they could fasten it over her crotch and bottom, they waited as a separate arm smacked the bottom of a bottle of baby powder over her vagina. The baby-scented powder flew out of the bottle and covered Rose’s crotch completely. With her now protected from getting any rashes, the dormant arms resumed the job of fastening the nappy. They pulled the front just under Rose’s belly button and secured the sides with four large tapes. Finally, the last set of items were put to use. To prevent Rose from removing her nappy, her hands were placed inside large, pink mittens. Each mitten was tightened around her wrists and, just like her gag, were secured with a padlock. The arms retreated away from Rose, their task now being complete. Rose could scarcely believe what had happened to her. She was sat is baby carrier, unable to speak and wearing a nappy! How could this have happened to her? The more she thought about it, the more she wept. She was now a prisoner of the AI, and it was going to take a long time before she was ever let out… Over the years, the AI treated Rose just like a baby. Every day, Rose would wake up inside an adult sized crib, secured to the corners by her wrists and ankles. The mechanical arms that had removed her clothing when she first stumbled upon the room would then lift her out and strap her into her high chair ready for breakfast. Of course, this consisted of baby food being fed to her with a plastic spoon, with a bib tied around her in case of any spillages. For her drink, she was only allowed milk from a bottle. During feeding time, naturally, her gag was removed. But any complaining or refusing to eat would result in spankings, either from the palm of a mechanical hand or with a large paddle. In her early days as an adult baby, Rose tended to resist quite frequently, so her bottom was usually very red by the end of each day! As with all babies, Rose would have accidents in her nappy throughout the day. This was no problem for the AI, as changing nappies was one of its primary functions. Whether it was a number one or number two kind of accident, the AI was prepared for any scenario. If Rose complained too much during a change, then the AI would punish her by leaving her in her dirty nappy for a longer period of time the next time she made a mess. Baby powder was used during every change, and various designs of nappy were used. Some days the nappy would be all white, sometimes with cute teddy bears or cartoon baby blocks printed on the landing strip. Whatever the design, Rose had no choice in what she wore. Inbetween her nappy changes and feeding time, Rose was allowed to play with all sorts of baby toys and games. She had hundreds of baby blocks, rattles and teddy bears and dolls. Throughout the years, she found herself playing the same make believe stories she used to make up as a child, especially when playing with her Barbie dolls. The giant screen also regularly played children’s TV programmes, some of which Rose had grown up watching. Eventually getting used to the minimal selection of things to do, Rose slowly began to somewhat enjoy her carefree life as an adult baby! At the end of the day, it was time for Rose to be bathed and put to bed. The mechanical arms made sure to clean every part of Rose’s naked body during bath time, on more than once occasion unintentionally tickling her when cleaning under her armpits. When it was time for bed, she was lowered down into her crib and strapped in at the wrists and ankles, all ready for the AI to read her a bedtime story. Sucking on her pacifier gag as she listened, Rose would eventually peacefully drift off to sleep, ready for another day of being babied. All the while, Rose did not age at all, thanks to the Infant Facilities time distortion. Though many years passed, Rose still retained her youthful looks and never once showed any sign of ageing! Everyday passed without any hindrance to the AI’s duty to care for Rose. Baby food was prepared, nappies were changed and bedtime stories were read. All the while, Rose lost all track of how long she had been trapped inside the Infant Facility, unsure if she’d ever be let out. And, for all we know, she could still be trapped inside there today...

So who watched the Season 7 finale? And who else literally lost their stuff over it? Gosh. Just. Gosh. So what's the thoughts on John Hurt? Is he the pre-9 Doctor, time locked because of his involvement ending the Time War? Or is he just an aged 8? Also, general Doctor Who discussion.