Rose took a deep breath and opened her eyes. She wasn't really sure what she expected to see, but she was surprised to find herself somewhere very familiar, a place she had dreamed of for years...
How did I get into a bed? she wondered. And this looks almost exactly like my room in the old TARDIS.
A knock sounded at the door; the Doctor. She had always hated it when he had come to see her in the mornings, because her hair was always a mess, and her face pale and washed out. She closed her eyes again, not wanting to face him quite yet. She still had to get all her thoughts in order.
Leaving her eyes opened the tiniest bit, Rose watched the Doctor walk in. He looked at her for a minute, and then walked to the side of her bed. He leaned over her, as if examining something, and then nodded and backed away. He cast one more glance in her direction, and then walked back out the door.
Rose waited a few seconds after it closed to jump out of bed. She went straight to a long mirror that leaned against the wall and examined her disarrayed appearance. Finding a hairbrush in a set of drawers next to the mirror, she brushed through her tangled hair. Thankfully it straightened out nicely with little waves here and there.
She then looked around for clothing. She spied a closet on the next wall, and opened it to reveal all sorts of different clothes, all her size. She remembered this from when she used to travel with the Doctor, but it still amazed her all the same. The TARDIS would never stop holding wonders.
Rose changed into some jeans and a t-shirt, applied a little bit of makeup, and then was satisfied with her appearance. She sat back down on her bed, her mind beginning to wander.
Now that she was fully rested and she and the Doctor were alone, no doubt painful subjects would come up. He would have things to ask her, surely, just as she would have questions to ask him.
There was a knock at her door. "Come in," Rose said in a quiet voice, still pensive.
The Doctor walked in and smiled at her. "Good morning," he said in his jovial attitude, sticking his hands in his pockets. "I imagine you slept well, because you slept for, oh..." He tilted his chin and rolled his eyes upward. "...eighteen hours. So good night, really. How are the burns doing?"
Rose hadn't even felt her burns at all. She looked down at her arm to find that the bright red had faded to a dull pink. "I didn't even notice them."
"Good. I visited a rainforest on Venus and picked up a plant I thought would do the trick. Almost like aloe, but the juice is purple, and-"
Rose sat up straighter, her eyebrows furrowing together. "You went somewhere without me?"
"Just for a bit," said the Doctor, stepping closer with wide and innocent eyes. "Nothing happened. Well, except for those two cannibals, and, well, that dinosaur..."
Rose shook her head. "You can't go without me. You're not invincible like you used to be. Besides..." She smiled at the prospects of the future. "I would miss out on all the adventure."
"Oh, we can't have that, can we?" The Doctor sat on the edge of the bed and swung his legs over the side, sitting cross-legged in front of her. "Well, now that we have time to chat, it's story time."