"Doctor, come on we're in London." She shook him as he woke up.

"Hello." He smiled at her.

"Hello," she smiled back, "I've never seen you sleep like this."

"Like what?"

"You know sleeping, with the bowtie and the floppy hair and the big chin." She gestured to him and started to laugh.

"Hey!"

"It is. Anyway we have to get off as soon as they start unloading so that Donna doesn't see me." The flight attendant started to talk on the intercom as everyone stood up.

"Ready?" He asked her grabbing her hand.

"Always." They walked off of the plane and started to leave the gate when a child accidentally ran into them, from behind. "Sorry," Rose said smiling down at her. The girl was young; at most she was six years old. Her hair was blonde and it was pulled back into a single braid. A red headed woman came running up after her. Rose, noticing who it was, dashed behind a column leaving the Doctor alone.

"Sorry mate, what did I tell you about running in the airport Elizabeth?" She grabbed the little girls hand and started to walk away when he started to talk to her.

"No, no it's okay." The Doctor stared at her, she looked so amazing. He wished that he could talk to her and tell her about everything. He wished that he could tell her a joke or just make her smile. "I'm Joh—err Mickey." He cringed a little inside but knew that Rose could still hear him and stuck out his hand for her to shake."

"Donna, Donna Noble." She took the hand. "Look sorry really I'd love to talk but I have to go or I'll lose my family."

"Of course, they're beautiful Donna, your family."

"Thanks mate." She turned around and rejoined her family, which included a concerned looking Sylvia. He watched them as the left not noticing Rose slip out from behind the column and slip her hand into his.

"Come on, we have a band of misfits to find."

John walked into the simple cream room and sank down on the queen sized bed. Sometimes he had to remember that he was human, a human that had to sleep. There was a small knock on the door. "Come in."

"Hello John." Martha peeked her head in carrying a small package. She walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge of it. "This is for you." She handed him the gift wrapped package. "Before you open it you should know that she wrapped it not me. I don't even know what's inside of it."

He flipped the package over. It was wrapped in Christmas wrapping and had a small red bow tied around it. On it was written John in cursive in her hand writing.

"Is it weird if I smell it?" He said laughing looking up at where Martha was moments before realizing that he was actually alone. He shrugged and inhaled. It smelled like her, if that was even possible for a package that had been gathering dust for months.

He almost didn't want to open it. He gently opened the end and before he could undo anymore of it he saw some writing on the other side. Just rip it open! He didn't just in case there might have been another note.

Inside was a frame and an envelope. He flipped the frame over and his grin grew enormously. The picture was one of him and Rose. It wasn't an old picture, it was a new one. It was of her kissing him on the cheek as he smiled for the picture.

It was in Martha's living room, he could tell from the red sofa behind them. He could also see everyone behind them at the table laughing and talking. He put the frame down on the table next to him and picked the envelope back up. He opened the envelope to see a small hand written note from Rose.

Doctor,

Hello! It's been a while (for you at least). For me I just saw you a few seconds ago before you left to go to the bathroom. It's the first time you've let me out of your sight in hours. You even tried to convince me to come with you! I better stop telling you what's happening though, don't want you to know everything that's happening today. I'm so unbelievable happy that I found you again, and I'm never leaving you again. Angel or no angel.

I just wanted to let you know that you find us. The Doctor and I. Martha will let you know where to look and let's just say I'm so glad to have you back. I can't wait until you can see me again. I love you more than anything, and I would never forget that.

Love,

Rose Smith

He reread that letter and then folded it up and put it in his pocket. He laid down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. He grabbed the frame off the table next to him and gazed at it again. He was going to find Rose tomorrow, no matter what.