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Disclaimer: No, I do not own Doctor Who, just in case you were wondering.

The Doctor returned in less than twenty minutes, opened the door and walked in with two bags in his left hand. He saw that Martha was nowhere to be found. He set the bags on the closest bed and called out her name.

"In here!" Her muffled voiced sounded out from the bathroom.

The Doctor relaxed a little and made his way over to the window once more, Marenpine was a beautiful place. He had been here only once before, many, many years ago. Even then, it ended in heartbreak.

'How I'm I going to tell her?' The Doctor thought. 'Maybe the Tardis was right, I don't have to tell her, she won't know anyway.'

The Doctor was interrupted by Martha coming up beside him, "So what's fun to do around here?"

He smiled, "Tons of things." He replied simply.

Martha looked up at him; she was not convinced that the Doctor was fine. He was very abrupt with her before they landed and she was worried that his mind was causing him trouble. She was concerned for him, not only was he her companion and only way off this planet, but she still loved him.

But, her love had developed from the 'puppy love' stage into the full blown 'I can't live without you' phase. And she had notice a change in him as well, he stared at her more, and not in the 'What the heck are you talking about?' But, rather a 'I think I love you' kind of look. She could only hope.

And why not? He never talked about Rose as much as he used to. Maybe he was ready to move on, begin again; with her.

"Like what?" Martha asked as her mental ramble came to an end.

The Doctor looked down at her and asked, "Have you ever been sailing on the seven lakes of Trinod?"

Martha laughed and shook her head, "No, you know I haven't."

"You're going to love it!" The Doctor flashed a grin that melted Martha's heart. He grabbed her hand and they both left the room.

Martha couldn't help but notice the his hand gripped hers just a tad too tightly, as if he was afraid to let her go. And if he did, she would become separated from him. Martha shook her head.

'Martha, you are a silly girl sometimes.' Martha just smiled to herself and grasped his hand just as tight.

Sorry the chapter was so short, I'm on my way to school and I could think of what else to put into it. Chapter 5: Sailing!!