"I'm not coming with you Doctor." Romana stood outside the TARDIS, the Doctor standing in front of it.
After she'd said the words, he looked like a puppy who'd just gotten his first treat only to have it stolen away before he'd had the chance to eat it. And then someone had kicked him.
"Oh, right. I see." the Doctor shoved his hands in his pockets and looked utterly downtrodden. "That's...that's fine."
It certainly didn't look like it was fine.
Romana sighed, "Honestly, Doctor...this isn't like last time... or the time before that. I'm not going to be shut up behind a Time Lock or buggering off to some alternate universe where you can never visit. I'll be right here."
"I just...I thought..." This regeneration had certainly perfected the art of looking utterly pathetic.
"You thought what? That I would jump on the TARDIS with you, and it could be just like old times? You and me? That maybe we could pull out a new K-9 unit to complete the assemble?"
The Doctor blushed, as though that had been exactly what he'd been thinking, so much so that he might even have put together a K-9 unit to wait at the TARDIS door to greet her when she came in and call her 'mistress'.
"I just need time, Doctor. And Rassilon knows we have plenty of that, don't we?" Romana stepped closer and touched the side of his face. His eyes were pleading. "I'm tired, Doctor. And...I like it here. On Earth. With Sarah Jane. With her son and his friends. And I'm not ready to leave just yet. I'm not ready for..." she eyed him and then the TARDIS.
It was humming such a lovely tune. Clearly it wanted her to come along just as much as the Doctor did. The TARDIS was as lonely as it's master.
"...I'm just not ready."
The Doctor nodded woefully. He understood, even if he wasn't happy about it.
"And besides...you have Donna to keep you company and to tell you what a stupid git you are. What do you need me for? She's clearly already taken over my job."
Romana squeaked in surprise when the tall pinstripe suited man pulled her into a bear hug lifting her short frame clear off the ground.
This regeneration had certainly picked up the oddest habits. Not that she could be one too talk...her current regeneration was overemotional, and at moments down right infantile. And for some odd reason incredibly addicted to daytime soap operas.
"Till we meet again, Romanadvoratrelundar."
"And you, Doctor." He set her down and she cupped his cheeks in her hands, "My Doctor."