"I could... I could stay. You said you wanted to- like, stay. Right?" Rose stuttered her red faced way through yet another half speech into the mirror. He wasn't listening of course, he was in an entirely different room. For that matter, he was in an entirely different house.

House. The Doctor's house. It wasn't even a small house. It was a proper mini mansion and it felt so, so wrong. Not to stay that the TARDIS wasn't well more than a mansion in it's own right but you definitely couldn't fit the new place in say, a lift or a trolley.

Did he get lost looking for the front door? Did he miss the way the key would get warmer when you were close? Did it bother him that the phone wasn't just there for show? Did he feel the insatiable need to paint the whole place gold and put up lights just so he could sleep?

He slept now. He had to sleep now that he was no longer full Time Lord. Now that he slept, did he dream? Did he have nightmares? She did. Every night since the first day on Darlig Ulv Stranden she'd snapped awake somewhere around 3 a.m in a cold sweat. It used to be that she could hear him calling her in a whisper as faint as a breath but now it was the silence that startled her. She wanted to talk him but the only problem was the wicked little voice that kept repeating her own doubts back to her, "but, he's still not right."

Rose stared at her reflection hopelessly, "But why not?"