Martha was fed up. Fed up with the Doctor continuously mentioning Rose and comparing Martha to her. What about her, didn't her feelings matter at all? Did he even care that it was tearing her up inside? No! He didn't think of her at all, only of his precious Rose. Get over her already!
She stormed up the corridor determined to find Rose's room. She needed answers and she needed them now! The Tardis was being difficult and tried to lead her away. Obviously the Doctor wasn't the only one with a favourite! She kept walking, determined not to be swayed and finally she found it. She swung the door open and froze in the doorway. She had expected it to be neat and tidy but she was wrong. The room felt extremely lived in. Clothes lay on the floor, the bed was messy and unmade, a cup of tea, kept from going moldy by the Tardis, was sitting on the bedside table with a book, open to a certain page.
Martha stepped inside but her hate and jealousy had disappeared as she looked on to the room. Rose had just been an ordinary girl like herself. She waked over to the desk and picked up a photo that lay there. The Doctor looked happier than he ever had in the time she'd known him. His arms were wrapped around a young girl with flushed cheeks. His eyes were merry and bright, not at all like they were now; cloudy and dark. Martha smiled, answers weren't needed right now. She was happy to just look at the photo of the Doctor and Rose and she promised herself that she would do everything in her power to make him happy again.