It had become their room.
Granted, it was a *fantastic* room-a huge four poster bed that looked almost like the moon (Earth Moon, the lost moon of Poosh is green) sat opposite the doorway. The hard wood floor was dark brown and then the walls-. The walls. They were dark blue, the color of the sky a few hours after sunset. On them shone thousands upon thousands of "stars," that twinkled at night. Then somehow, there were windows. Windows. Occasionally, Rose would come into the room and stare at them for hours, the Time Vortex, planets no one had named or been to, dying galaxies, comets, stars millions of miles away. The Doctor would come in, and sit in silence on the bed, just to be with her, staring out at deep space with her. Eventually, it became an evening ritual, until they both climbed into bed and fell asleep. The Doctor would say it was to keep her safe-you know, from all the terrible monsters in the TARDIS. He had no idea how the TARDIS had windows or how they worked, but he wasn't complaining. In the morning, sunlight would drift in and bathe the room in a golden light. He'd walk downstairs to the kitchen to find it had made pancakes. Rose knew the TARDIS made them, but the Doctor brought them up to the room, so she wouldn't say anything. Every once in a while, they just decided to watch movies on the 38th century TV in the room, and Rose would laugh and compare them to an old married couple. It had become their room.
When the TARDIS regenerated, he thought the room was lost; so he buried it in his memories. Well, until Rory found it.
"Doctor! I can't believe you've been hiding this from us!" Rory stood in the doorway of the room. Intrigued as to what he was taking about, the Doctor came, not running but not walking, up and found the TARDIS had kept their room. It brought back good memories: their time together, mysterious blue bacon, giggling as syrup spilled on the sheets, sunlight streaming in through those windows. Then again, the painful memories hit him. Her gone, him crying on the bed, staring out of the windows, waiting for her to come back.
"Doctor?" Rory pulled him out of his thoughts.
"Hmm?"
"The room? It would be a huge upgrade from bunk beds! But then I asked you about it and you stared into space…"
"Bunk beds are cool! A bed-with a ladder!"
"Doctor-"
"Rory, you waited two-thousand years for Amy yeah? Well let's just say that I had an Amy once, that I'd definitely wait two-thousand years for… but she's gone. This was our room."
"Oh. Ok." Rory left the Doctor to his thoughts. The Doctor turned and stared it all for a second, remembering everything. He knew would not be here until he saw her again. Waiting for that day, he closed the door.