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As Martha walked around the TARDIS for the first time, exploring the great ship she was in, she noticed something strange. She had passed plenty of rooms – library, bedrooms, kitchen, pool – yet she hasn't seen the Doctor. He was nowhere to be seen. No matter where she went, she could not find him anywhere. It was as if he'd simply disappeared.
After an hour of wandering, Martha decided it was time to find her room. She was still wondering where the Doctor was, but knew that the moment she returns to her time, she'd need to go back to work, and knew she would have to be awake for a long time. Sleeping, then, sounded like the right thing to do, especially after everything that's happened with Shakespeare those last couple of days.
As she came close to the room she had chosen, she could hear a voice. She had no doubt - it was the Doctor's voice. To whom he was speaking, though, she had no idea. Curious, she came closer to the voice until stopping in front of a locked door.
"We've met Shakespeare today, can you believe it? I know you'd have loved it. Remember our little adventure with Dickens? Well, that was nothing compared to what we've had today. I kept thinking about you through it all - how much you'd have enjoyed that and what a brilliant team we could have been. There were witches... Well, they call themselves witches, but they're not really actual witches. They're using a dark side of science, but they're still scientists.
"Remember how you told me you went to the Globe once, and asked me if I know why it looks like that? Well, no I do. These 'witches' - well, to be precise, they're called Carronites - needed it to look that way for their 'magic'. Isn't that brilliant?" She could hear the smile in his voice. He was excited again. "Oh, you'd have loved it, Rose. Believe me, you'd have loved it. There was running, and there was Shakespeare, and for some reason, I don't really know why, Elizabeth the first was mad at me! Imagine that. Why would she hate me? I honestly have no idea.
"So now I'm traveling with someone for a bit, until it's time to say goodbye. Her name's Martha, Martha Jones. We were a good team when the hospital was moved to the moon and I think we were a good team now, too. Imagine that - one of my hearts stopped working and she'd fixed that." He laughed. "You'd have wanted to see that. Yeah."
His tone turned sadder and more serious. "I do miss you. I know it didn't look like it the last time we'd met, but I do miss you. I wanted you to know... that I'll never stop looking for a way to reach you. It's impossible, in my mind I know that, but I guess I've become somewhat human, with all your illogical emotions. So I hope... I hope I'll see you again, even though that's unlikely. Not just that, but on the border of impossible. Well, a while ago I'd have said lots of things were impossible, so maybe, just maybe... some things are possible even though they seem impossible."
He paused, thinking. "One of the Carronites tried to stop me using words and names. I don't use my name, so she couldn't, but then she'd said something... She said, 'But your heart grows cold, the north wind blows, and carries down the distant... Rose'. She hadn't realized what a mistake she'd made that moment." He paused again before whispering, "She hadn't realized that she gave me the strongest reason to keep on going. The only reason I've had to fight back."
