Martha Jones sat on her bed in her room on the TARDIS sighing loudly. Today had been one of the tougher days on the TARDIS and she had a million things on her mind. If she had wanted to catch any rest before her next adventure she would need to clear her head immediately.

It's funny, but she actually felt comfortable in the TARDIS for the first time not even just six hours ago. With Rose's addition she theorized that the questions would go away and she could focus on just enjoying her adventures. Oh, she wished that had turned out to be the case, but it was the farthest thing from the truth.

After witnessing seeing a man take his own life because his mind was in a war with the consciousness of a Dalek, nothing seems to make sense anymore. Martha felt like she did right after the year that never was after facing the Master. She thought that she could have avoided all this and moved on with her life back then. Martha stared at her half unpacked belongings as she realized that she could not follow through. She was young and would have only one opportunity to really run with the Doctor… and Rose she needs to start adding, in the TARDIS. With just a couple more adventures Martha could learn so much more and be more complete as an individual than she ever thought possible.

Sod her feelings. Yes, seeing those two together had reemphasized her romantic feelings for the Doctor, but leaving this situation would only hurt worse. If anything, a small part of her held out hope because those two were not getting on as famously as the Doctor had rammed down her throat during her early travels. Instead, she felt like an equal in the TARDIS rather than a third wheel and the thought was rather comforting.

The song and dance of those two was quite amusing. After they had walked in, the Doctor had chastised Rose by reminding her about her drinking at the unveiling of the Dalek-tampered car. It made no sense to Martha why it was even an issue because after all it was just one drink. In fact, he was being a rather nitpicky little git when it came to Rose more often than not. These little squabbles always played out the same way. Rose would deny the accusation's merits, the Doctor would emphasize his point, and then Rose would not fight him and leave frustrated. Clearly he was either genially upset at her or he was trying to distance himself. Either way whatever relationship, or lack there of that they had, was not working out. But, if the Doctor turned to Martha after rejecting Rose she'd stop him. Yes, she wanted that more than anything, but there was absolutely no way that she would be his sloppy seconds, and to do that in front of Rose would just be down right insulting.

Anyway, having thought all this out was rather making her tired. The pillow on her bed looked rather comfortable and her mind was becoming more at ease.

Martha laid down on the bed with a smile and let her dreams take her. When she woke up the next morning it would be time to live another adventure...