"Where to next?" the Doctor asked, cautiously. "Oh don't be so cautious on me, Doctor! I can take care of myself!" Christina de Souza retorted crisply, bouncing around the console room. "I'm surprised you aren't giving me the 'it's bigger on the inside!' chatter," the Doctor remarked. "Nothing surprises me with you around!" Christina replied, smiling her sly grin. "So where we goin'?"

"Hm… I was thinking Ancient Rome…:" the Doctor said. "No! Too dry and dusty, and in case you forgot—we were just there," Christina reminded, smugly. "'We were just there,'" the Doctor imitated. "Let's go to the future! Or…some distant galaxy… what about your home planet, Mr. 'Lord of Time'?" Christina suggested, using her fingers as air-quotes to remind him that he had called that himself.

The Doctor's expression hardened. "I-I lost them, Christina," he said, coldly. "I'm the Last of the Time Lords. Gallifrey is gone." "You just don't want to go home, aye? Yeah, me neither. Can we go to the future? You know someplace 'new'… Ooh! Do they have a New New York? That'd be hysterical!" Christina tutted. The Doctor smiled. "Yup! Good old New New York!" he was glad Christina had changed the subject.

The Doctor was about to set the coordinates when Christina cried, "Wait! Can I shower and change? Dead people remains in my hair, 'member? Do you got a loo or a closet or somethin'? God, half an hour away from civilization and I sound like a chav."

The Doctor grinned, gave her the exceptionally long directions, waited for her to leave to then turn on his console screen. The image was him and Rose, lying on the grass ON New Earth.

"You're so different," Rose's image said. "New New Doctor," he replied, grinning.

He skipped through several more TARDIS-recorded scenes and stopped at the memory of the Battle at Canary Wharf.

"Rose!" "Agh!" Rose's picture screamed, being sucked by the Void.

The Doctor, tears starting in his eyes, fast-forwarded to Dålig Ulv Stranden, a.k.a., Bad Wolf Bay.

"I-I love you," Rose's image wept. "Quite right," the Doctor had said. "And I suppose… it's my last chance to say it… Rose Tyler—"

He skipped to the final scene.

"I said 'Rose Tyler'." "An' yeah, how was that sentence gonna end?" Rose said. The Doctor shook his head. "It doesn't need saying." Rose turned to the other Doctor. "And you, Doctor? What was the end of that sentence?" the Doctor leaned over, and whispered in her ear.

"I love—" the Doctor didn't get to finish his sentence, because then and there, Christina waltzed into the room, drying out her hair, wearing new, familiar-looking clothes. "Well, what to you think? Found it al lying on the feminine-part of the closet, next to the cat suits and 70's dresses," Christina said, spinning around in a fashionable way. The Doctor looked her over.

She wore a blue-purple zipper-down shirt that Rose had worn to New Earth, Romana's colored scarf, tight, denim-Capri's that had obviously belonged to Zoey, and leather cow-skin boots that the Doctor had pleaded with Leela to take off when they were visiting the Renaissance.

She had pulled her bangs on top of her head and curled it at the end of her 'do. Before the Doctor could say anything, Christina cut it. "Oh, and I found this in the jacket pocket addressed to you, Doctor," she said, pulling a crumbled note out of her pocket. The Doctor took it and read it silently.

Dear Doctor,

The next companion that comes 'round, well… this means I'm gone and someone is wearing my clothes… not that I mind, but tell her Doctor… tell her that you love her. Hang onto her, Doctor. Hang onto to her like you couldn't hang on to me. Love you, Rose.

The Doctor had muttered, "Be right back" and stormed off into another room. "What? Did he not like my outfit?" Christina asked an empty room. She walked more around the room to discover the seating of the captain's seat was bigger on the inside as well. She pulled out various items, such as a rubber duck, a white back of jelly babies, a plant, a garden hose, and a torch. Christina didn't know what she was looking for, but she had an idea. At last, she found a tiny book filled with detailed drawings and descriptive details. The Doctor's journal.