"Well, here we are!" Finally, they're back home, and everyone's piling out of the car, tired, but glad to be back at last. The Doctor's held off questioning Rose too much about the ferry incident. She's clearly still shocked, not just at that, but at everything that's happened over the past few days. Unsurprising, really, considering she's just seen the TARDIS die (not to mention turn into something completely different), almost caught hypothermia, seen him crack up and disappeared into a completely different time without explanation.
"Yeah…" mutters Rose, as if her mind's elsewhere. Pulling a bright pink bag from the back of the car, she gestures towards the door and grins. "Looks like we'd better find you somewhere to sleep!"
They walk for what seems like ages before coming to the bedrooms. This house is bigger than it looks, thinks the Doctor, before feeling tears prick his eyes again and mentally slapping himself. He's still clutching the piece of blue wood — he's hardly put it down since he found it, and doesn't show signs of doing so again anytime soon.
"You've got a choice here," Rose says, pulling him from his trance. "That one, that one, or that one." She points at three rooms in turn, their doors all open to reveal inviting scenes; soft beds, wardrobes and tons of cushions. "Or that one," she adds hurriedly, pointing to another, closed, door. He goes over to it, and pokes his head round the door, closely followed by the rest of him, leaving the door open for Rose to enter behind. To his surprise, she throws her bag onto the bed, and makes for what seems like the door to an en-suite.
Noticing
the confused look the Doctor gives her, Rose attempts to clarify
without turning bright red. "This is, um…my room. Well…ours…I
don't know." She shrugs, failing in the attempt and looking for
all the world like a kid who's just been caught with her hands in
the biscuit barrel. Thankfully, he comes to the rescue, grinning like
a loon and flopping onto the bed, hands behind his head.
"This
one," agrees the Doctor cheerfully, bouncing on the bed like an
excited child. "Comfy, this."
-
"What were you doing when it happened?" Rose and the Doctor are sat at the kitchen table, she drinking from a mug of tea and he playing with the sonic screwdriver, a thoughtful look on his face.
"Nothing. Just climbing the stairs."
"This is going to sound completely weird, but what were you thinking about?"
"Eh?" She's confused now, and not just confused, but embarrassed too. Part of her wants to pretend she doesn't remember, but if she doesn't tell, she might not find out what's going on. "I was…thinking about the dream I had. The one you so rudely woke me up from," she adds, trying to hide her embarrassment.
"I don't suppose you're going to tell me what it was about."
"No. Depends."
"Rose?"
"Yeah?"
He reaches over and fiddles with her hair for a moment, eyebrows knitted together in a look of complete bemusement. He picks something out, holding it up for her to see. "Why the Hell do you have rice in your hair?!"
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