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Rose Tyler peered at him in the darkness, all wary concern and hesitant care. Her hair was still long, past her shoulders, face still soft with baby fat she hadn’t yet shaken, clothes still somewhat baggy and hiding her body.

She looked beautiful.

“Maybe it’s time you went home,” she told him, and he could hear in her voice that she was nervous of him.

And she had every right to be; strange man hanging around the estate in the middle of the night.

But the Doctor couldn’t help but smile slightly, a small wistful smile, at her words. Home.

She didn’t know it, but he was home.

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