The Doctor slouched as Rose walked by without a second glance. All he wanted to do was go and comfort her but it was clear she needed space to think it all through. He went back to playing with Tony's toy cars but it did little to deter his thoughts. Worse off, a few minutes later Jackie came in to take his only distraction off to bed. He watched them go upstairs, Tony protesting, as he plopped down on the couch in frustration. He slung an arm over his eyes and sighed dramatically, already getting lost in thought.

All he wanted to do was go to her and help her through it and do scans and find out what was wrong and he couldn't. If he'd had the TARDIS he would have already figured out what was wrong and started to fix it. He had never been more frustrated with his new life until this point when he realised he no longer had access to all that technology he had stored in the med bay on the TARDIS. A light touch on his arm pulled him out of his stupor.

"Come on, sweetheart. Won't do any good to be moping about," Jackie said gingerly as he sat up to make room for her to sit.

"I'm not moping," he argued weakly. "Time Lords don't mope."

"She just needs to take a breath to figure it out is all," Jackie said, getting right to the point. He looked at her, eyes telling her that he didn't believe her. In a rare moment, he let his guard down.

"We just got over all this awkward uncertainty," he began quietly, looking away from her gaze. "And now it feels like we're back where we began," There was a long pause before he felt a sharp smack to the back of his head.

"Ow! What was that for?" he exclaimed, rubbing his head and giving her a confused look.

"You plum," Jackie said, shaking her head. "She's back in the mindset where you told her it was impossible for you two to see each other again. Then there you are standing in front of her," Jackie said as if it were obvious. "She's lost her memories, not her feelings, Doctor." The Doctor looked at her in disbelief. "Go on," Jackie urged, shoving him off the couch and towards the stairs. "She needs you right now,"

He stood hesitantly in front of her door for a few minutes before knocking lightly. He heard a quiet 'come in' from the other side of the door before he walked in. She was lying on her side in bed facing the door looking up at him.

"Hello," he offered weakly.

"Hello," she said back with a smirk. He moved across the room and sat down on the edge of the bed as she rolled to her back. She looked up at him as if trying to memorise every feature of his face afraid he might disappear. They sat in silence for a few minutes before she finally said something.

"You're really here," she said quietly

"Yes," he replied just as softly.

"The cannon worked,"

"Yes,"

"We saved the multi-verse, and now we're here living the everyday life like you never thought you could." she stated.

"Yes, we did," he said with a smile. She couldn't resists; she smiled back at him. She reached for his hand and entwined their fingers together.

"I've missed you," she admitted similarly to how she did when they had been dumped in Norway.

"I'm right here," he whispered. "We will find out what took your memories and we will fix it." he stated confidently.

"I know," she sighed, pulling him down onto the bed with her. He laid down willingly, glad to see she seemed to have moved out of the confusion phase, and snuggled into his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and she hugged him back completely content.

"We'll go back to Torchwood tomorrow and try to fix this,"

"Mmm," she mumbled, already half asleep.

"If I had my sonic we would probably know faster," he said longingly. "If I had my TARDIS you would probably already be better." Rose gave him a sympathetic look as she realised he was probably left without any belongings.

"I'm sorry," she muttered sincerely.

"It's not your fault, Rose," he told her honestly. "And we've been just fine."

"Okay," she agreed and rolled over so her back was to his front. Taking the opportunity, he draped his arm over her waist, hoping she wouldn't protest. She didn't.

"I'll figure this out before you lose anymore of your memories."

"I know you will," she sighed, snuggling back into him. "Because you're you." Her exhaustion finally got the better of her and she quickly drifted off.

Luckily Rose had gone to bed earlier than usual because the Doctor was gently shaking her awake before the sun was up the next morning.

"Rose," he whispered to her half asleep form. "Rose, come on, wake up,"

"Doctor?" she grumbled, looking up at him with heavy eyes.

"Yeah, come one, get up. We're going to Torchwood."

"What?" she asked, starting to wake up and realise what was happening. "Why?" she asked more alarmed, moving away from him.

"To do some of my own tests so we can see what's wrong," he explained quickly. "Come on, get dressed." She just stared at him wide eyed.

"How are you here?" His heart plummeted in his chest.

"Oh, Rose," he mumbled. He ran his hands over his face and into his hair, trying to think quickly. She just watched him in disbelieve. "Alright, listen." He began hastily. "This is going to sound insane, but you have to listen to me." He stared intently at her to make sure she was focusing on him completely. "The cannon worked. You found me again and we saved the multi-verse from the daleks. There was a metacrisis—that's me—and you and I were left here in this universe. Something has taken your memories, that's why you don't remember any of this, and we have to go to Torchwood so we can do some tests." She stared at him for a long minute before she blinked out of her gaze.

"Okay," she said and threw back the covers. The Doctor looked at her, completely stunned. He had expected there to be doubts and a struggle.

"Okay?" he asked in disbelief.

"That all sounded very Doctor-ish," she explained calmly. "And if what you just said is true and you're really here, then we have to find out why I don't remember any of that, yeah?"

"Uh, yeah," he began slowly. "Alright, brilliant!"

"Plus, there's no way you'd risk breaking into the house and taking the chance to face the wrath of my mother, so she must know about this already."

"A very true observation," he said impressed. He wished it had been easier to convince her the first time. This was much more pleasant than having a gun pointed at his head.

She dressed quickly and then they made their way through the house as quietly as they could. When they got to the truck, the Doctor went for the driver's side, gaining himself a questioning glance from Rose.

"You drive now?" she whispered.

"I am perfectly capable of operating a simple 21st century vehicle," he defended, feigning being insulted.

"Alright, just don't kill us," she said as she climbed into the passenger seat.

"I'll have you know that I am a great driver, Rose Tyler," he claimed.

"Well, all I have to go off is your TARDIS driving skills and we rarely ended up where you originally intended, so…" she trailed off, smiling at him.

"Oi!" he exclaimed, pulled away from the mansion and heading towards Torchwood. In the early hours of the morning it was easy for them to get in without notice, and so they quickly made their way back up to the med bay.

"Yesterday we did a load of tests and scans, but we learnt nothing from them," he began to explain as she hopped up on the bed. He gave her a sad look. "Unfortunately, since then it seems to have only gotten worse." She didn't think twice when he pulled his sonic from his coat pocket and began scanning her.

"We really needed to be here for you to scan me with the sonic?" she asked with a smirk.

"This is only plan A," he explained.

"What's plan B?" she asked as he finished his scan.

"I have no idea."