'We were never meant to come here' the Doctor managed in a low whisper, in disbelief.
Donna turned to face him, with a questioning look upon her face. They were standing in the middle of a busy promenade, on the waterfront of the Thames, they were in the middle of London. Everything looked and seemed normal.
' What's wrong with London, Doctor?' Donna was confused.
'Its not London, well it is London, but a parallel London, can't you see the zeppelins in the sky Donna?' He asked, pointing up to the sky.
'Oh they are so pretty.. but doesn't that mean..' she had worked out where they were, no wonder the TARDIS had reacted badly, the cloister bells tolling, all the lurching, she had brought them there for a reason.
'Doctor?' Donna asked, he hadn't been paying attention, instead, he was interested in something happening in the distance.
Or someone. Donna followed his gaze. To the young blonde woman, hurrying off in the distance. Someone was chasing her. A tall man with dark hair ,Donna would recognize that trench coat and converse anywhere.
The Doctor.
The same man who was standing next to her, who was staring fondly at the woman.
'Oh this is weird, you're here, and you're there.. so is that..' she inquired gently, a hand on his shoulder.
'Rose' he murmured, he was unable to say hello, unless he wanted to create a paradox. He remembered this, just before they discovered the cybermen. He would always choose Rose, he would always chase after her, not to let her go.
Not this time. He mustn't. His hearts broke, he missed his pink and yellow human, too much. He smiled a small smile of fondness and love, when he heard her voice carry over , and the way she looked at him.
The other him, he remembered that look of adoration. He also missed their hugs, her touch, her scent.
He missed Rose Tyler. A lot.
Donna just stood there quietly, an arm around his shoulder, as a single tear rolled down the Doctors cheek.