The Doctor was bouncing around the TARDIS, flicking switches, and tugging levers, leaving her standing silently by the door.

"...where should we go next, eh? We've done the end of the world...what about creation and the birth of everything? we saw it all die, so we may as well say it all come into existance..." the Doctor paused briefly and gave her an anxious look, "you are ok aren't you? I'm not boring you am I?"

Rose shook her head, and gave a small smile to hide it all.

you talk about life, and talk about death
and everything in between like it's nothing,
and the words are easy

"You sure?" he walked over to her slowly, his eyes searching her face.

"It's fine," Rose shrugged. This new version of the Doctor would take some getting used to. Whilst her Doctor had been inclined to brood, and stand in silence for long periods of time, this new one (he wasn't her Doctor) was like a small, excitable puppy.

"Do you remember when I first met you?" he asked gently, "I said one word...just one..."

"Run." Rose finished, withdrawing her hand.

you talk about me, and you talk about you
and everything I do like it's something, that needs repeating
well I don't need an alibi or for you to realise the things we left unsaid
are only taking space up in our heads

The Doctor, sensing Rose wasn't ready for this proximity from his new embodiment backed away and fell into silence. In his mind he was reliving every moment he'd travelled with her, seeing every emotion pass over her. Rose was thinking of her time with the old Doctor, and she couldn't make the new one fit. It wasn't his face she saw when she closed her eyes, or his voice she heard reassuring her. He was a stranger. Both of them remembered how they felt, but what Rose felt was for a different man. One she would never get back.

make it my fault, win the game,
point the finger, place the blame,
it does me up and down, it doesn't matter now

Rose looked at the Doctor, trying to make out she was looking at the TARDIS. If she hadn't looked into the vortex, they wouldn't be here now. But it made no difference. Her Doctor would still be gone. The man she loved wouldn't be there.

'cause I don't care if I ever talk to you again
this is not about emotion, i don't need a reason
not to care, what you said, or what happens in the end
this is my interpretation and it don't,
don't make sense

The Doctor frowned at his hands. The hands that had held Rose's hands and led her from danger so often, many times at a run, other times at a slower pace. But if she didn't want him, then that was fine. They'd go back to earth, she could go back to her mum and Mickey.. The Doctor swallowed hard and tried to ignore the twisting sensation in his stomach- it wasn't fair. He'd done it before, and he'd promised not to do it again. But he had. She'd followed him, and saved his life...and since then, he'd felt the feeling grow inside of him. But if she didn't want him, it wasn't fair to make her stay.

"Come on...I'll take you home." The Doctor said quietly.