The Doctor stared at the mirror in front of him in wonder. The new bowtie he had on, didn't seem to suit him. It was a bright yellow.

"It's not that bad, really, if you think about it." He muttered to himself, adjusting it. The time rotor rose and fell in the glass tubing, and the Doctor could have sworn he saw some of the levers move. He sighed.

"Okay, so it's not my best colour. But come on! Bowties are cool! Even if they are a ridiculously bright yellow that looks absolutely horrible on me. I think I'll try the maroon one." He untied the yellow bowtie and replaced it with a maroon one. Perfect.

"There! This one is perfect!" The Doctor grinned. The TARDIS made a noise as if in agreement. "It's the same one though. So much for a 'new look'." He muttered, Turning from side to side, looking at it from different angles. For the past half hour, he had been trying on completely different bowties. A bit earlier, he had decided that he needed change in his life-after all, change was a constant factor in life. Nothing ever really stayed the same. So he decided to change his look-his attire. But when he stepped in front of the mirror, he realized that the only thing he really WANTED to change was his bowtie- he wanted to keep the rest of his clothing the same. And so, a long half hour ensued, which of course, resulted in finally agreeing with the same Bowtie he had on half an hour eariler. The Doctor chuckled to himself. Moments like these, were always interesting. Funny, sometimes.

The Doctor walked out of his bedroom (Yes, he had one) and began to walk down the long and narrow TARDIS blue walled hallway. He hadn't gone two steps far when he stopped. He looked into the room he had tried to avoid since Rose's departure.

Rose's room.

The door was wide open-left that way by Rose, the day she 'died'. He looked into the room, taking in the surroundings. The Doctor remembered the day when he had helped Rose re-decorate it. Originally, it had been all blue, literally ALL BLUE- from floor to ceiling, but he and Rose managed to turn it to something magical. Rose wanted the room to look like something from a story. He had promised he would help her transform it. And he had.

The ceiling had been constructed to look like the night sky from a human's view point, down on earth. He looked up at it then, and smiled reminiscently.

Rose giggled, as the Doctor accidentally splashed deep purple paint on the sleeve of his shirt.

"Oi. This is my favourite shirt. Not nice to laugh." He said, getting a cloth, trying to wipe it off, but only to result in spreading the stain further.

"Sorry. It's just, the look on your face. Here, let me help." Rose said, walking over to the Doctor from across the room. She had been painting the far corner wall.

"You're supposed to scrub, not wipe. It just makes it worse when you wipe." Rose took the cloth out of his grasp, dipped it in some nearby water and began scrubbing.

"Who told you that?" The Doctor asked, looking at her, wondering.

"Mum. When I was younger, and whenenver I would go to the local park, I'd come home in a mess. The little dresses she made me wear always ended up having grass stains in them."

"Really?"

"Yeah. To tell the truth, I messed up the dresses she gave me on purpose. I hated wearing them. Always been a sort of 'jeans and t-shirt' kind of gal, though on occasion, I do like to wear one of those really long summer dresses. Really comfortable. Don't tell mum about, you know, me messing up the dresses on purpose. I don't want to upset her."

"Don't worry, your 'secret' is safe with me. And how can you upset your mother? I mean, besides the obvious fact of Jackie feeling a bit lonely and left behind because of your departure with me, and making her worry about you when she doesn't know where you are, or what you're doing..."

"I know Doctor. I know." The smile that had been on the Doctor's young face disappeared. A concerned look touched his eyes.

"I love travelling with you, Doctor. Best thing in the world. But you of all people, should know why I left. When you talk about travelling through time-and space, you get all excited with that mad grin on your face.." Rose stopped scrubbing and looked intently into the his eyes. "This has been the best time of my life. On earth, I had a decent life, yeah, but... here... I lead an extraordinary one. Mum will understand. I hope."

The Doctor didn't say anything for a few minutes; instead he just looked at her. Stared at Rose, his Rose. When he did say something, he said "Well, of course you like travelling with me. Who doesn't? I'm the Doctor." Rose rolled her eyes, punching him playfully in the arm.

"Don't be so cocky." She laughed, still holding his arm.. The Doctor looked down then, and saw her beautifully delicate hand in his massive ones. Oddly, her touch sent waves of shocks running through his body. Rose smiled, causing the Doctor to smile back. He couldn't help it. Her smile was contagious. Suddenly, her grin grew wider.

"Doctor, wait here," was all she said before running out of the room. It was some minutes later, that when she returned, carrying an old record.

"What's that?" The Doctor asked, already knowing the answer.

"A record. Thought that was obvious. We're going to dance." Rose grinned, waving the record in front of him. "Do you got, like, a record player or something?"

The Doctor sighed, pointing to an opening in the wall.

"Yeah, just place the record in there, without the cover, mind you and it'll play. It's a universal player. It can play almost anything in the universe. Including records. Cool, eh?"

"I suppose. Now, come on, let's dance." Rose, grabbed his right hand, and placed it on her waist. With the other, she held in her own.

"I can't dance-" The Doctor gulped, feeling awkward, embarrassed and dangerously close to his friend.

"Yes, you can, I've seen you. Well, your other... self. You can still dance, yeah?"

"I guess but-"

"No buts. We're dancing, whether you like it or not. We both need to loosen up after all the adventures we've been having. Too much stress on us. Move your feet."

"What about the room? Shouldn't we get back to it and-"

"We'll finish it later. Stop making excuses. Come on, move your feet. I know you can do it." Very hesitantly, with the record playing a very slow song, moved his feet. Rose's face instantly brightened, and when the Doctor saw her face, and the sparkle in her eyes, that was all he needed for him to have the courage to show her his moves. A fast song came on, one from the 1930s, and he realized that that was the most fun he had had in quite a long time.

They eventually did get to re-decorating the room, and when they had finished, the end result was a masterpiece. The ceiling had the night sky, while the floor had been designed to look like the very bottom of an ocean. Interesting choice was what the Doctor had thought while they were putting it in, but he loved it, nonetheless. The lamps, were all shaped oddly, so were the dressers and tables; There was no bed in the room. Instead, a hammock hung from the ceiling- with bright tie-died green and blue blankets on top. He sighed.

There were a lot of wacky paintings hanging from the walls, and even one of the famous Leonardo Da Vinci paintings: The Mona Lisa. Rose had often (when they were in the TARDIS) expressed how much she loved Da Vinci's work. As a surprise, he had gotten it for her- the very original. The Doctor smiled again, in rememberance at a memory. The facial expression she had on... plus her response, were both very great. When he had given her his gift, she had said "I could kiss you Doctor. Oh, what the hell. I'll only live once." and had wrapped her arms around him and pressed her lips to his. The kiss she had given him was electrifying. It was fantastic! It was-

Tears filled the Doctor's eyes. Clearing his head, the Doctor continued on. She was gone. He was never going to see her again. Best not to keep giving himself pain, just by thinking of her. Besides, he was changed. In fact, he had regenerated. No going back. Not ever. He was a time-lord, yeah, but this was about the one thing he just couldn't go back to. It was impossible.

The Doctor, when they had said goodbye at Bad Wolf Bay, had wanted so badly to just tell her the truth. He loved her. He had loved her the moment she had stepped into the TARDIS. A pity though-he had never been given the chance to tell her. For when he was on the beach, he had said "Rose Tyler-" right before the crack in the universe had closed up, and his connection failed.

The Doctor so badly wanted to add " Rose Tyler, I love you." But couldn't. Never would be able to anyway. It was best if he moved on.

The thing was though, he couldn't. He just couldn't. Rose was everything. He believed in her. He loved her. And what was even more great, was that she loved him back. How could you move on from that? From love? He thought about her everyday, every night, before he closed his eyes, the moment he opened his eyes in the morning. Rose Tyler. Rose Tyler. He had fallen in love with Rose Tyler. There would never be anyone who would mean as much to him, as Rose had. He was sure of that.

When the Doctor arrived to the main room, the room where the console was, he went back to work- meaning, flying the TARDIS.

"Right then. Hello, old girl. Let's say another adventure, eh? New worlds, old worlds, new people." He stroked the console, smiling, then went to the coordinate console saying to himself, "Doctor, Doctor, Doctor. Lonliness all in the mind. It seems I'm getting a bit stir crazy. Ah well, I've always been like that. Hmmm... Let's try the Reckless Randomiser. Yeah. Defininitely."

With that, he threw himself at the coordinate control panel, and shut his eyes, simultaneously rolling the palms of his hands over all the switches, dials, touch-sensitive rollers and archaic levers and pulleys, all at once.

And then he counted to ten, turned around four times and looked at the result on the screen to see where he was heading next.

"Earth. Huh. Not very surprising. Typical actually. It was at random so I guess I should- Whoa!" The TARDIS suddenly started shaking and spinning. The Doctor held on to the rail for dear life, grinning and yelling "Aha! Finally! Some action! Whooo!" He knew it was recklace to not bother stopping whatever what was happening-but that was the whole point of 'Reckless Randomiser'. He had to either do or go to someplace reckless, and pick the thing or place at random. He certainly was doing something reckless.

While the TARDIS spun, jerked, flipped, shook, and did almost anything a TARDIS can do, when it's plummeting towards a planet, the Doctor felt relieved. Relieved that he had a distraction from his lonliness, from Rose; so it was with great relief and excitement that he let the TARDIS plummet toward the earth, almost like the time he regenerated into his 11th incaration, his present self, and had landed in Amelia Pond's backyard. The good old days. He sometimes liked to live them again. Especially the 'Plummeting toward danger' parts. Classic.

"WHOOOOAAAAAAAAAA!" The Doctor yelled crazily, when the TARDIS finally landed with a great big and loud "Boom!"