We got back and found Mum was up. I gave her the things I had gotten her while we were out. She asked if we were hungry but we told her we had just had chips. She told us she was going out to get something to eat, and that we should probably think about getting some sleep, because the zeplin would be there early the next morning. The new Doctor and I went upstairs. Our rooms were right next door to each other. We kind of lingered outside of them awkardly. I was really hesitant to be seperated from, but at the same time, I wasn't ready to ask hm to come in. I could tell he was feeling the same. I knew he was taking his cues from me, but I just wasn't ready to deal with this yet. I told myself I just needed some sleep.
"I'm gonna take a shower. Mum's room is on the other side of mine; if you need anything, just let one of us know. Here's your stuff. I'll see you in the morning."
He leaned over and kissed my cheek lightly. "Good night Rose Tyler. Sweet dreams."
I turned away quickly and walked into my room. I threw my stuff on the bed and grabbed the things I'd need for my shower. I went through the washing and shampooing automatically, out of habbit. When I was done, I sat down on the floor of the shower stall. I hugged me knees to my chest and let the hot water pour down over me and stayed that way until the water ran cold. Then I turned if off, but I stayed there until all the water on me had dried. I stayed still for so long the autolight turned off, so, with a sigh, I got up and got dressed into some sweats and a t shirt.
I turned off all of the lights and got into bed. We were high enough up that no one could see inside the windows, so I left the blinds up and stared out at the darkness. I lay there, turning the day's events over and over in my mind, wondering where my Doctor was now. What he was doing. If he was thinking about me. I asked him once why he never talked about the others he had traveled with. When he told me they were in the past, I asked if there wold ever be a day when he would stop talking about me, too. He told me he would never, ever stop telling stories about me.
I believed him, at the time. Three partings without goodbyes was enough to convince me otherwise. At that thought, the feelings in me welled up and spilled over. Once the tears came, there was no holding them back, and soon I was sobbing. I curled up and cried til I was keening, and long after the tears abaited I lay there awake. Finally, I got up and sat with my back against the wall I shared with the new Doctor. I fell asleep there.
