John leaned across the counter and grabbed a banana from the basket. Pulling back the peel, he watched Rose stride from the fridge back over to the couch and sit down.

"Is your mum still coming by?" he asked, eyeing her carefully.

She sat silently, biting her lip, staring at the TV screen.

"Rose?"

"Suppose so." Her voice was empty, the TV's glare shimmering in her eyes.

John bit into the banana and walked slowly around to the other side, taking a seat on the high stool.

"Did you watch the news this morning? The weatherman reckons we've got one mental storm coming in tonight. Best bring your flowers in, don't you think?"

Rose did not respond. She merely stared at the screen, yet John knew there was nothing on that truly interested her. He took another bite, growing slightly agitated.

"It would be a shame if they got destroyed-"

"I know, I get it, I'll bring them in later." Her tone was now abrupt and biting, yet she still did not meet John's eyes.

John's patience had grown thin; he had now reached a snapping point.

"Look, I said I was sorry about this morning. I shouldn't have yelled at you…I've just…I've just been feeling a bit stressed lately."

He stared at the empty peel in his hands.

"It's the dreams isn't it?" Rose inquired, inclining her head slightly. "You're still dreaming about traveling, and of Gallifrey, aren't you?"

John gritted his teeth. He didn't want to admit it, but it was the dreams. Images of Gallifrey and his family haunted his dreams every single night, and the previous night they had violently woken him from his sleep. In the morning, the dreams still lingered in his mind, so much so that he got a bit short-fused and snapped at Rose for missing the bin when she tried to toss away an egg shell.

Rose was now sitting back on the couch, her arms crossed and her attention drawn to the afternoon sunshine outside the window. John loved the way the light illuminated her face, but at that particular moment, it seemed ironic, considering how upset with him she was.

"The Doctor was right." She suddenly said, barely moving her lips.

"What?" John's eyes narrowed.

"He said I had to make you better. Like I did him." She paused for a moment, her eyes dropping to the window sill. She choked up. "But I just can't."

John slipped from the stool and set the peel on the counter.

"I've tried; goodness knows I have."

John slowly approached the side of the couch, stopping just behind her. He placed his hands on her shoulders, and leaned down, pressing his lips to the top of her head. She shifted slightly, but otherwise showed no acknowledgement of his affection.

"I know. It'll be tough, but I'll change. Just you watch. Things will get better."

Rose suddenly reached up to her shoulder and placed her hand on top of his.

Rose looked up at John, her eyes shining, damp. Her gaze was no longer empty, but warm and hopeful.

"Together."