The Tardis was quiet. She sat in her bed, not able to sleep. She should've been able to sleep, everything was okay now. But her mind had other ideas. She looked over at John.
He was fast asleep, lightly snoring. He was asleep on his stomach, one arm tucked underneath the pillow the other hanging off of the bed. One of his legs was pressed against hers. Not wanting to lose physical contact with her, even though he was sleeping deeply and at this point almost nothing would wake him up.
She slid out of bed, slowly standing up. Reaching under the bed she grabbed her lady bug slippers and slid them on. She walked over to the closet next and grabbed John's green robe; just in case she did run into someone, she didn't want them seeing her in her nighty.
She glanced back at him. He was still sound asleep as she slowly turned the door knob and walked into the hallway.
It was cooler in the hallway then it was in their bedroom. She tightened the large robe around her as she walked towards the kitchen.
She walked silently past all of the filled bedrooms, something she never thought she would actually see. They never really had visitors before, this that is other than her family.
She walked into the kitchen and flipped on the light. She sighed when she saw what a mess it was. Dishes were piled high in the sink and garbage littered almost every surface.
She walked over to the fridge, hoping that they still had some milk left. Noticing that there was still some left she took the carton out. She opened up the cupboard and grabbed the last clean mug.
She poured the last of the milk into her mug and placed it in the microwave. She looked around the room anxiously waiting for her milk to heat up. She would have to clean it tomorrow, which wasn't something she really wanted to do. Maybe she would cash in the favor Mickey owed her.
She turned back around to the microwave opening it seconds before the timer went off, trying to remain as silent as possible.
She took the mug out and turned around to find a spot on the table. Finding none she decided to take her warm milk somewhere else.
Her feet dragged across the floor as she made her way to the library. She opened the door with one hand trying not to spill her milk. She walked in, surprised to find out that she wasn't alone.
"Aren't you going to sleep?" River asked him as he paced back and forth in front of where she was sitting on the bed.
"I slept two days ago." He replied.
"So you're not going to sleep? Everyone else has been asleep for hours by now."
"No, I don't think I could, even if I tried."
"Well I'm going to, so you can either try to sleep or let me sleep." He looked up at her.
"You're right, I'm sorry River. I didn't even think that you'd want to sleep. I'll go to the pool or the kitchen or somewhere so I don't keep you up." He walked over to her and gave her a quick peck on the lips and then turned out the light next to her.
He walked out of the room and started to walk aimlessly around. He thought about going to the pool, but he didn't have a swimming suit. He could go to the kitchen, but he wasn't hungry.
He walked around for several minutes until he found the library. He walked inside and started to look at the books, trying to find one that would keep him entertained.
That's when he saw Rose's photo album. He grabbed it and walked over to a nearby sofa. He placed the album next to him and untied his boots, talking them off. Next he loosened his bowtie and then removed it setting it on the coffee table in front of him, unbuttoning the top button on his collar.
He pulled his feet up underneath him and pulled out his glasses. He took the album and opened it up to the first page. It was picture of Rose with her family, it was an early picture. He could tell because it was one that was taken while Mickey was still in the alternate world and John wasn't.
He flipped the pages, looking at several different pictures. He reached the photos where John replaced Mickey when the library door opened.
Surprised he glanced up to see an evenly shocked Rose. "Sorry, I didn't know anyone was awake." She started to leave when he stopped her.
"When's this?" He asked holding up the album showing a picture to her.
She walked into the room timidly, holding onto her mug firmly. She walked over to him and set the mug down on the table next to his tie. She picked up the album and studied the picture.
"That's John's third birthday." She answered handing the book back to the Doctor.
"And when's this?" he asked pointing to a picture Jackie had taken of them earlier in the day, after they had had a food fight while making a cake.
"Same day," she said slowly sitting next to him. He looked so vulnerable now, now that he was alone and hadn't expected anyone to find him.
His eyes brightened up as he realized that this was the same day Rose had been talking about on the plane. She took a small sip of her milk which she almost choked on when the Doctor asked his next question. "Oh, is this when John got egg in your bra?"
"How do you know that?" She asked in between coughs.
"You talked in your sleep when we were on the plane."
"I do not talk in my sleep." She insisted looking shocked at the Doctor.
"Yes you do, rarely but you do. When we used to travel together I would have entire conversations with you while when you fell asleep while reading a book or watching a movie."
"Oh, I'm going to kill John. I can't believe he didn't tell me about this."
"Why spoil the fun?" He asked her and then turned back to look at the album. "What's this from?" He asked pointing to another picture.