He'd left her, just gone, even after promising that he wouldn't. Rose was numb, she was only faintly aware of the hand holding hers. It was too warm, The Doctor, the proper Doctor's hand had been cool to the touch. Of course she knew that the man next to her was the Doctor, he looked the same, shared the same memories, but he was different, Rose could sense it, in his mannerisms, his eyes. She looked up at him and he looked back, his eyes didn't hold the same pain as her Doctor's, they held a pain that Rose hadn't seen since he had first regenerated right in front of her, the pain of a man that didn't know what to do, didn't have anyone to help him, didn't have anyone to love him, well, she was with him now, she'd fixed him before and she could do it again, together, they would find a balance, after all, they were the stuff of legend.