A distant wailing floated upon the brisk night breeze, and coasted into the smallest room in the TARDIS. The room was tiny, but cozy, with a bed snuggled up against the window and with a small couch leaning on the wall. Martha had done her best to make her room comfortable and as much like her room at home as possible. She had to make the best of what she had been given, and she was grateful for the room, she really was…but it was lonely and she was used to being lulled to sleep by the soft methodical breathing of her sister as she drifted off to sleep. It was late at night….or at least she thought it was. She could never be certain of these things, being in a time machine and all. Though it had been a long day, she couldn't keep herself from thinking of the Doctor and all his secrets. He was an unsolved mystery and she was determined to solve it. Although he had held her at arms length since he had laid eyes on her. Something had scarred him and she could see that her pushing herself into traveling with him was only reopening the wound. She wanted to ask him what it was that caused the deep sadness in his eyes. What it was that caused him to curl up in the most secluded corner of the TARDIS at night and bury his face in the leather jacket that she had found in the library a few days ago. When she had playfully tossed the jacket at him, she was shocked to see his face drain of all color as he clutched the jacket tightly and blinked rapidly. Almost as though he was blinking back tears, Martha had thought to herself but then pushed the thought out of her mind. She had asked him who it belonged to and his normally stern expression crumpled into one of pure despair flooded his features. Her doctor was fire and fury...the oncoming storm…defender of the universe. "Problem is though…He's not my doctor." She chided herself under her breath. She instantly silenced herself when she heard the doctor's voice. A grin tugged at the corner of her mouth as she realized he was talking to the TARDIS. "Blimey….I cant go on like this anymore can I, dear?" His voice cracked uncharacteristically and he took a ragged breath. "Plenty of places to go, people to meet, planets to save. Eh come on then old girl. You and me. A boy and his box traveling to see the universe," He paused. Martha strained to hear him over the TARDIS engine noise. "She's just another one I've failed to save. Another one left behind. Nothing more. My bad wolf…My Rose…defender of the earth…she grew up fast aye sexy?'' The TARDIS engine made a sound that sounded almost like a purring cat. After a while no more sound drifted through the corridors. The box was silently falling through space as its thief curled up and rested his head on the jacket that brought back the best memories of his life. Martha finally settled down under her blankets and whispered to herself," whose afraid of the big bad wolf?" , before drifting off to sleep at last.