Rose almost fell asleep just at the sight of her bed. With a yawn she crossed her room in a few long strides and let herself fall onto her mattress, the distinct comfort of home beckoning her to slumber. Though the TARDIS was her home as well, she had always felt safe and secure here.

The springs shifted again, and Rose lifted her eyes open just enough to see the Doctor lying casually on the other side of the bed, his arms crossed behind his head. A small smile lit up his features as he stared at the ceiling, his eyes wide open. Of course, he didn't even seem to be the least bit tired.

Rose closed her eyes again. In her mind she saw the weeping angels dissolving into dust, the Doctor looking on with a set jaw and hard eyes. It just wasn't right.

"I hope there aren't any weeping angels in this universe. Not too fond of them."

Rose jumped at his sudden voice, opening her eyes and remembering where she was. The Doctor looked at her with concern. "Too loud?" he asked in a whisper.

"No, just...thinking," she mumbled. She wondered what he was waiting around for. "Your old room is still empty, if you don't want to walk outside to the TARDIS."

He nodded. In the dark, his expression was hard to read. "Rose?" he asked in a subdued voice.

"Yeah?" she responded as a yawn.

The Doctor swallowed hard. "I'm sorry."

Rose sat up, trying to measure his countenance in the light she had. She scooted closer to him and looked up into his eyes. "For what?"

He wouldn't meet her gaze. "For not being more like him."

By him, Rose knew that he meant the other Doctor. And by that statement she knew that he knew what he had done was wrong. Though she couldn't see his eyes, she could imagine the sorrow and regret in them that would match his tone.

"I don't know what you stick around for, Rose," he continued in a low voice, looking at her, "but I'm glad you do."

Rose laid her hand on top of his. It was funny how it worked both ways; he felt unworthy to be with her, and she felt like nothing compared to him. But she knew her side was right. He was a genius and half alien, yet chose to travel with a small, insignificant human. She was the unworthy one.

With these thoughts running through her head, Rose opened her mouth to voice her opinion just as the door opened. Her mum began to tiptoe in, but stopped as her eyes rested on them.

"How did you get back so fast?" she asked, flipping on the light switch and making them all cringe in response.

"Doesn't take long to get to Scotland," said the Doctor quickly as he stood up beside the bed.

Rose wondered at his response for a few seconds, and then remembered; they had come back just a few minutes after they had left. Mum wouldn't even know they had been gone.

Distrust was clear Mum's expression. Hands on her hips, her gaze turned to Rose. "How are you feeling, sweetheart?" Her tone had turned much softer.

"Fine, mum." Now that her mum was here, a load of explanations would have to follow. All she wanted to do was sleep...

"Well, now that you're staying, I suppose you'll be wanting your old room back then, Doctor?" Her tone reflected how much she wished he was still in Scotland. Rose shook her head. When was Mum going to realize that it was her own fault that he had left?

The Doctor looked at Rose knowingly. They both knew that they wouldn't be around here for long.

Mum's eyebrows furrowed together; she had caught the glance. "Oh, don't tell me you two want to share a room now?"

"No, Mum," replied Rose in a rush, sliding off the bed to stand next to the Doctor. Leave it to her mum to come up with that conclusion. "It's just that...we're traveling again."

Her eyes widened, understanding. "Traveling? But-"

"The TARDIS is full grown now," the Doctor chimed in. "The modifications worked and everything's in good order."

Mum's gaze narrowed as her eyes shifted between the two of them. "You've already been about, haven't you?"

"Just a few places, mum. Nothing too dangerous."

The Doctor shot an ironic glance in her direction, as if to say, "Not too dangerous?"

Rose waited for an explosion to come from her Mum, but after a few moments she just sighed. "I can't do this at one thirty in the morning. You can have your room back, Doctor." She trained an icy glare on him, clearly a dismissal.