"'M cold, Doctor," Rose whimpered.

"I know you are, my dear, but the TARDIS has a lovely fire going, and you should be right as rain in no time."

There was something wrong with that voice, Rose thought groggily, and she wondered why she felt soft velvet under her cheek, instead of wool, or worn leather, but the hum of the TARDIS lulled her back into the depths of sleep.

"Who is she, Old Girl? You seem to know her, and she knows you, but I've never seen her before. Meridea 16 during blizzard season is the last place I'd expect to find a wandering human."

The TARDIS chirped irritably at him. He raised an eyebrow at that, but said nothing, intrigued by the lovely woman sprawled across his lap. Well. Time would tell. It always did.

The Doctor stared into the crackling flames, and waited for the enigma in his arms to awaken.