-1Rose lies snoring lightly on the tattered couch that makes up part of the clutter in the TARDIS
Christmas is over, and he couldn't be more glad.
She thinks he's the same… or at least similar… man to her old Doctor.
She doesn't know the number of times he's regenerated. Hell, he's not even sure all the time.
She doesn't know how much he's changed.
"Grandfather, we can make friends with them."
"Oh don't be ridiculous, child!"
Harsh words, even to Susan, whom he loved.
Why? You treat everybody and everything as something less important than yourself!?
He cringes at the memories, and buries his face in his hands.
Reaching out for the stone knife, and readying it to turn on the injured man.
"get away from these savages…"
Savages. How he had once thought of human beings, although, admittedly, primitive ones.
"Rose!" He hisses, shaking her shoulder.
"What have you done now?" She mumbles, and sits up, rubbing her eyes.
"I changed my mind." He says, putting on a boyish grin to suppress the haunted eyes he's been sporting all night. "I guess I'm the sort of man who does that." He winks.
"Where are we going?"
"100,000 BC."