He rolled over in his sleep. The arm that had been hanging off of the bed came down over where he thought her body would be. Instead it hit the empty sheets, jolting him awake.
His eyes flashed open and he looked over at the vacant space where she had been when he had gone to bed. He stood up grabbing his tan slippers from under the bed, giving up the thought of sleeping knowing that Rose wasn't next to him.
He walked over to the closet reaching for his robe. It was gone and the only robe he did fine was Rose's. It was purple with pink flamingos scattered across it. He shrugged and put the robe on, hoping that only Rose would see him in it.
He grabbed his glasses from the night stand and put them on. He stepped into the hallway walking past all of the rooms. He checked the kitchen first and then the console room where he stumbled upon an Amy Pond.
She sat on the seat, knees tucked up to her chest she stared at the console. "Amelia?"
She glanced up at him; she looked exhausted, "Oh hello John, nice robe." She gave him a small smile but then looked back at where she was staring.
"What are you doing here?" He walked over and sat down next to her on the seat.
"I couldn't sleep, so I thought that if I got up and walked around some I could go back and fall asleep."
"Why couldn't you sleep?" She leaned her head against his arm and looked over to the hallway she had come from, where everyone else presumably was.
"I keep on thinking, thinking about the Doctor. What if, what if he leaves us, and moves on? He did it to Rose and to Martha."
John took in a large breath and looked at the Doctor's newest companion, "he didn't leave them, Martha left and Rose was stuck in an alternate world. He won't leave you Amy."
"You sure?" She asked looking up at him.
"Yeah." They sat in silence as Amy stared back at the console. After a long silence he glanced back over to the red headed girl. She was asleep against him, her hair falling gently in front of her face.
He stood up, scooping her up in his arms. He carried her into the hallway and back to her bedroom, knocking softly on the door.
A groggy Rory answered it, surprised to see John carrying his wife. "I thought that I should return this to you." He said walking into their room and laying Amy down on the bed.
"Thanks, nice uh flamingos," Rory answered running his hands through his hair, still half asleep, before climbing back into his bed. John knew that he probably wouldn't even remember this in the morning.
"Anytime," before he closed the door Rory was already asleep again, one arm draped across Amy. That reminded him that he had a Rose to find.
She let out a small yawn as the Doctor closed the photo album. "I'm going to head to bed now," she stated picking her mug up, "guess the warm milk helped." She stood up, stretching her arms while she did so, mug still in hand.
"Goodnight Rose," the Doctor replied standing up too. He walked over to one of the book shelves and started to read the spines of books, looking for one to read. She grabbed his hand and pulled him over to the other side of the library to where there was a small reading nook with a giant oversized arm chair.
"This is John's favorite place in the library; he keeps all of his favorite books here. You'd probably like them."
"Probably," he answered flashing her a smile. "Goodnight Rose."
"Goodnight Doctor." She left him as he picked up a book and slumped down in the chair. She walked out of the library and closed the door softly behind her.
She was tired now and was trying to decide on if she should return the mug to the kitchen or head straight to bed. Knowing that she would have to do it eventually she headed to the kitchen.
She walked into the empty room and set the mug down in the sink. She turned back around and walked into the hallway, turning the light off.
"Rose." Someone whispered. She turned around and saw John quietly running up to her.
"Oh, hello, you're supposed to be asleep." She said as he caught up to her and wrapped his arm around. They started back to their room together.
"You weren't in bed so I went to look for you."
"Sorry, I couldn't sleep." She replied letting out another yawn; she was barely staying awake enough to walk back to the room. He reached down and picked her up, knowing how worn out she was. "Thanks, I like your robe by the way." She said pointing to one of the flamingos, "suits you."
He smiled down at her as he walked through their bedroom door. "Well, someone took my robe." He placed her down on the bed taking her slippers off for her. "Goodnight Rose."
"Goodnight, love you." She mumbled rolling over in the bed while John pulled the covers over her, falling asleep instantly.
"Love you too." He replied, knowing that she was already fast asleep and couldn't hear him. He took of his own slippers and Rose's robe and climbed into bed next to her. He flipped over onto his stomach and wrapped his arm over Rose, not wanting to have her disappear again.