Rose was alone in the TARDIS. The doctor had gone out to see where and when they were but it was too cold for her so he let her stay in the control room. She watched as the screen flashed numbers, equations and formulas as his sonic screwdriver picked up readings and fed them back to the TARDIS. She sighed to herself, the Doctor had been gone for hours, she was getting bored, and as little as she wished to admit it she missed him.

"Quit it!" she told herself.

Besides, she should be thinking about Micky. The Doctor had promised that after this stop he would take her home to see Micky and her mum. She couldn't wait! It had seemed like so long since she had last seen her mum. She had so much to tell her. She shook herself, mum and Micky, Micky would be there too.

She had started forgetting about him a lot in the last couple of weeks. Little details that drove her mad when she tried to recall them. The secret smile he used to save just for her when he thought no one else was looking. The way his eyes crinkled when he looked at her. The way he used to make her feel when he wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. He made her feel like she was the most important thing in his life and now she was forgetting about him. It was difficult, traveling with the Doctor, to remember anything about the normal mundane humanity of life on earth.

Rose sighed and got to her feet. She thought that seeing as the Doctor was out she might as well jump in the shower. Last time she had risked it when they were on a rest stop the Doctor had suddenly decided he needed to fly to Cardiff. She had ended up bumping her head on the ceiling. As her feet wondered to the bathroom her mind wondered somewhere else. She was thinking of what she would say to her mum and Micky. She wondered if there were any words to fully explain what had happened in the short time she had been away. For her mum and Micky it would seem as though she had stepped out seconds before, but for Rose it had been months. She had seen so much. Planets, creatures, wars The more she thought about it the more nervous she became. It was incredible but unexplainable. As was the TARDIS she discovered.

While her mind had been wondering her feet had taken her wondering too. She had not ended up at the bathroom and she had expected but rather had found herself at the end of a corridor with no idea where she was or how to get back to the control room. Her hand reached for the doorknob and she stopped herself. The Doctors voice in her head.

"Don't wonder off."

Her hand slowly twisted the knob to the left. She felt it turn and the door opened a crack.

"Too late now." She told herself as she pushed the door open and peered into the room.

It was dark and still. There was a wardrobe up against one corner and in another a single bed the farthest point away from the door. Beside that was a desk with an open notebook or diary and an elegant fountain pen. The room was neat and orderly, the only thing out of place was a pair of glasses laying open on the desk and a long coat laying rumbled on the bed.

Rose realised with a shock that this was the Doctor's bedroom. Rose had a bedroom of course, but she never thought about the Doctor actually sleeping. He was always in the control room when she went to bed and there again when she woke up. She had never given it much thought, so many of the things she had seen had become routine she had never even thought it was odd that she hadn't seen him sleep.

She hovered by the doorway. This was such a personal part of the Doctor, she didn't want to walk in and intrude. He let her keep her personal space and didn't go near her bedroom. She looked at the coat on the bed. It would get creased if it was left like that. She took a breath and stepped over the threshold quickly crossing the room. She picked up the coat, resisting the urge to sniff it to see if it smelled like him. She crossed to the wardrobe looking for a hanger. As she opened it she saw a row of suits and various colours of converse. An empty hanger marked the space where his coat would usually hang. Next to that were the pyjamas Rose had dressed him in to heal after he had regenerated. She saw something in the pocket and discovered the orange, fresh as the day she had given it to him. She closed the wardrobe softly and went to the desk. She folded the glasses and placed them gently on the book. As she did so something caught her eye. It was a drawing. She picked it up gently holding it between her thumb and fingers, turning it this way and that. Whoever it was they were beautiful and the drawing displayed incredible detail. A somewhat cocky but beautiful smile that reached a pair of large eyes that shone with an intelligence that Rose wished she had. Her breath caught in her throat. The Doctor had surprised her once again. She had no idea that he could draw and even less of an idea that he would know someone well enough and intimately enough to draw a picture of them with such care and detail.

Suddenly she heard a noise, the unmistakable squeak of the TARDIS doors opening. Startled she dropped the picture. It fluttered slowly to the ground turning over and over on itself before settling face down on the floor.

The Doctors scruffy handwriting glistened in blue ink on the back of the picture. She stooped to pick it up before the Doctor realised she was missing. Then something caught her eye. Her name glistening back at her in blue ink.

"Rose Tyler.

You are FANTASTIC. I know you don't believe it, but you are. And I know that you are going to tell me I'm crazy, but, the thing is Rose Tyler, you are more important than anything in all of time and space. And Rose, my Rose, the first face this face saw, you must believe it. You must. Because Rose Tyler I…"

There it stopped, the paper was rough, covered in several layers of tip ex. Rose stared at the picture, at the words on the back. Her heart was pounding so hard her chest hurt.

"Rose?"

The Doctors voice jarred her back into action. She whipped around slamming the picture back onto the desk. Fighting to get her breathing under control she turned to run out of the room. Too late. The Doctor stood in the doorway looking at her sadly.

"Rose." He breathed stepping forward.