A/N: I'm sorry this chapter is a bit shorter, but it had to be broken up here. I hope to update soon with a longer chapter.

Chapter Four

I awoke once mid-night. The Doctor's arm detached from my back, and he began to thrash about. My eyes darted open once I sensed his movement, and I sat up immediately. His eyes were still closed.

Nightmares? I thought. "Doctor," I said out loud. There was no change. I grabbed his hands and clasped my hands around his fists. After a few seconds of force, his movements stopped, but he was still breathing heavily. I kept my hands on his, but brought them down to his side. After laying back down, I watched his face. I couldn't help but worry about this man.

He looked stressed but restful, young but old, sad but happy. This one man held so many contradictions. I brushed the hair away and kissed him on the forehead. I kept my hands over his and drifted back into sleep.

I didn't peek back out of my haziness of sleep until morning came. I felt the bed beside me dip down, and I creaked open my eyes. My vision was first blinded by my blonde hair over my face, but I raised my hand to brush all my hair out of my eyes.

The Doctor was sitting a tray of breakfast down on the bed.

"Good morning," the Doctor said when I looked up into his beautiful brown eyes. I was confident that I could get used to waking up to his face every morning.

"Morning," I responded and smiled. "Breakfast?"

"Yes, we've got a large variety, Rose Tyler." He motioned at the tray. I sat up and propped myself on the pillows I stacked behind me. The Doctor mimicked my position and sat the tray between us. He was wearing a plain white t-shirt and stripped pajama bottoms. I picked up a perfectly-red strawberry from a bowl. Mid-bite, I glanced up to the Doctor to see why he hadn't begun eating. He was staring intently, not at my eyes, but slightly lower. He turned away immediately and stretched his arm out for a piece of toast. I chewed on my strawberry. As the sweetness burst in my mouth, I thought about what had just happened.

"So," I said, "What do we have planned for today?"

"Well," the Doctor said. He finished chewing his toast and then continued. "We are stuck inside an apartment with just a large library of books you can't read." I cringed at the acknowledgement of my lowly humanness. He paused for a moment and said, "Honestly, Rose, I have no idea."

"Mmm," I thought while picking up another strawberry and catching his attention once again.

"Maybe the TARDIS will give us something to do."

"Maybe," he nodded and sipped on some tea.

After breakfast, I went into the bathroom. I washed my face, and then examined myself in the mirror. I looked, for the first time in a while, well-rested. I had probably gotten about ten hours of sleep, I realized. I slid open a drawer below the counter and found a hair comb. It took a few minutes to get all the knots out of my hair, but I eventually got it to all lay flat.

My life in the TARDIS was always on-the-go. It felt rejuvenating to have the time to catch up on sleep, eat wholesome meals, and have some time to just lie about. I knew being in this apartment was going to be a bit boring, but it actually felt nice to be bored. I had no clue if the Doctor agreed though.

When I returned to the bedroom, the Doctor wasn't there. The library was empty as well. I finally found him back in the living room standing in front of the typewriter. He was already changed into his suit. His hair was combed, but forever sticking up towards the front. He didn't turn around when I walked in. I approached him from behind and appeared at his side. He glanced down at me and smiled.

"Nothing new," he said pointing to the paper. The last message still read, Have a nice dinner, Doctor and Rose. I walked over to the front door and tried to turn it. It was still locked. I groaned.

"I just wish," the Doctor said behind me. I turned around and looked at him. He continued, "I wish I knew what I needed to do to have the TARDIS release us."

Click. Click. Click. Click.

The Doctor and I abruptly turned towards the typewriter.

Something needs to happen. It read.

"Something needs to happen," I repeated, "What good is that cryptic message? That tells us nothing. We could have worked that out ourselves! Of course something needs to happen or else we wouldn't be here!"

The Doctor was pacing around the living room. "Something needs to happen. Something needs to happen. Something needs to happen. Something needs to happen." His hands were running through his hair. "OH. OH. Oh." He became a bit antsy. I didn't understand how even a bright mind like his could get any information out of such an obscure note.

"What?" I asked. He looked at me and remembered I was still in the room. I probably looked a little lost.

"No, that can't be." He shook his head, "Nothing. I…" He looked down at the ground. "I have no idea what that means."

He sat down on the couch and folded his hands in his lap. I decided not to question his thoughts from earlier. Either he was in deep thought or as completely lost as I was. I looked over at the typewriter.

"What something needs to happen?" I asked it.

I waited for a good ten seconds. The TARDIS did not respond. I took an exasperated seat next to the Doctor on the couch. He reached out to my hand and brushed his thumb across the back of my hand. I squeezed his in response.

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