A/N: So, yeah. This is my first fanfic, aand I'm really nervous. English is not my first language, so there may be a few mistakes here and there... Please rewiev and tell me what you think... So, here goes nothing...

Sleep. Sleep was what she needed now. 'Cause when she slept, he was there. Just there, smiling and rambling on about some random space stuff. Oh she missed his rambling. And after a long day, it was just what she needed, to hear his rambling.

She went into her room, and just lay down on her bed. She closed her eyes and saw his face, grinning at her, and reaching out a hand for her to take. She smiled for herself, and fell asleep.

She opened her eyes again, in what felt like just ten seconds later. She looked at the watch strapped around her wrist, and realized it had actually been six hours. She squeezed her eyes shut again, not wanting to look around her empty room. She wanted to go back to sleep, but found herself wide awake.

She finally opened her eyes to take in the familiar scene. And it was familiar, but just not the room she had expected. She sat up quickly, holding her breath. This couldn't be, she must've still been dreaming. For there was absolutely no way she was in her old bedroom. In the TARDIS. It couldn't be.

She sat up slowly, afraid to set her feet on the ground, then to have it vanish beneath her. She carefully placed her left foot on the ground, and then the right one. Nothing happened.

Still a bit worried, she tried to pinch herself in the arm, and nothing happened, once again. Well, when has that actually worked? She thought to herself. She arose from the bed, and headed for the door, determined to fin the Doctor. Even if it was just a dream, Rose Tyler would certainly not give up a chance to see him.

She was almost out the door, when she realized something. She was still wearing the clothes she had been wearing when she had fallen asleep, fully dressed after the long day. That wasn't normal, was it? It had never happened in any of her previous dreams.

She shook the thought out of her head. This couldn't be real. And she couldn't allow herself to think that it was, because then she would be heartbroken when it turned out to be just a dream. No, she would go out the door, fin the Doctor, and, as in all of her other dreams, he would snog her senselessly.

She opened the door, and walked out into the hall. She found her way to the console room, the way she knew far too well, after being gone for 3 years. He wasn't there. She sighed. This was not normal. He was always there. She shrugged, and made her way to the TARDIS kitchen, the second place he'd most likely to be.

When she was almost at the door, she opened her mouth and shouted out for him. "Doctor? You in there?"

Clink it came from the other side of the door, or, not so much as a clink, more like a clash, and some sort of liquid splashing against the floor.