One minute Rose was exhilarated, the next she was terrified, her emotions swinging from one extreme to the other like the pendulum of the grandfather clock that had stood in the hall of Mickey’s grandmother’s flat. Or would, fifty years in the future.
Come to think of it, she felt like a pendulum herself, swinging from the rope of a barrage balloon in the middle of the London Blitz. It wasn’t a pleasant feeling, but the view was amazing. Up until she lost her grip and started to fall. How was the Doctor going to explain this to her mum?