There wasn't any point in leaving a note. Her parents would be able to guess just because of the way she left without a word, and trying to explain it to John (only recently had she been able to call him John Smith the way he'd adopted instead of Doctor and that had been beneficial to both of them) wouldn't have done anyone any good. There were
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Even if it hadn't been a distinctive noise all its own, Rose would have needed to be deaf to not hear the TARDIS coming. She remembered Mickey and her mother telling her one night, with mugs of hot cocoa wrapped in front of them, about how they had run out into the open streets when Rose and the Doctor had come back from one time period to their own. The wind always picked up, and there was a feeling in the air that couldn't quite be described. Rose's stomach was in anxious knots, and she wanted to chide herself for feeling that way but then the TARDIS materialized and she forgot what she was worried about.
His voice was different, but so was he. Different, and always the same. A smile broke across Rose's face and then tears were prickling, hot and unbidden, at the corners of her eyes.
"I've missed you, too," she said, and then she was breaking into a run, disregarding her heeled shoes (and kicking them off in the process) to throw her arms around his neck.
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