Rose had been expecting aliens, time-slippage, you know: the usual. Not this motley group out of a fairy tale. "That's... quite a collection." Though she didn't put much credence in the claims of godhood. "Not very good gods if they're gettin' shuffled in here with the rest of us mortals."

She took out her mobile, fiddling with it; she would need to call Torchwood and see if they could help. "Just to check, no one's ever gotten out of here? By magic or technology. Freak accidents, maybe."