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The fact that Rose Tyler had no idea where she was didn't phase her overmuch. Not now, anyway - it would later, but right now, the simple truth that she'd managed not to fall to her knees or puke up her breakfast was enough of a triumph that it kept her busy.
It took her a minute (okay, several minutes) to actually look around the room she'd arrived in, her mouth dropping open. "Impossible." Sneakers squeaked on the floorboards as she walked through the TARDIS library, feeling like a ghost as she skimmed through the rooms that she'd lived and breathed and thought she'd never leave four years ago.
"This-" It had to be a trick. Or- Or something. She walked through furniture draped with sheets, fingers skimming the thick layer of dust they'd accumulated, holding her breath for no reason at all. She was here. Here, in the TARDIS.
It'd started months ago. Months and months, when the Daleks had attacked. The Doctor - the Doctor who was there, the clone that the Doctor had left her in charge of - he'd given his life to save the Earth. To save the universe. Rose had her own injuries, but ever since then, there'd been something. Right on the edge of her mind, the constant feeling that she had something to do - somewhere to go. It made sense (and she didn't know why she'd not thought of it before) to find another one of the time travelling races, and have them take her back to when the walls of the universes were thin.
She'd ended up in Ipswitch.
From there to Cardiff, and that explained away the Vortex Manipulator that was currently strapped to her wrist, but how she'd gotten the coordinates - how, exactly, she'd ended up here, inside the TARDIS- maybe that explained the wicked headache she'd had since yesterday morning.
"Hello?" Rose picked her way over stacks of books, calling out to the empty room, opening the door and walking into the console room, hesitating before she walked up the ramp. "Hello?" She couldn't see anyone, but given the layout of this place, that didn't say much.
It took her a minute (okay, several minutes) to actually look around the room she'd arrived in, her mouth dropping open. "Impossible." Sneakers squeaked on the floorboards as she walked through the TARDIS library, feeling like a ghost as she skimmed through the rooms that she'd lived and breathed and thought she'd never leave four years ago.
"This-" It had to be a trick. Or- Or something. She walked through furniture draped with sheets, fingers skimming the thick layer of dust they'd accumulated, holding her breath for no reason at all. She was here. Here, in the TARDIS.
It'd started months ago. Months and months, when the Daleks had attacked. The Doctor - the Doctor who was there, the clone that the Doctor had left her in charge of - he'd given his life to save the Earth. To save the universe. Rose had her own injuries, but ever since then, there'd been something. Right on the edge of her mind, the constant feeling that she had something to do - somewhere to go. It made sense (and she didn't know why she'd not thought of it before) to find another one of the time travelling races, and have them take her back to when the walls of the universes were thin.
She'd ended up in Ipswitch.
From there to Cardiff, and that explained away the Vortex Manipulator that was currently strapped to her wrist, but how she'd gotten the coordinates - how, exactly, she'd ended up here, inside the TARDIS- maybe that explained the wicked headache she'd had since yesterday morning.
"Hello?" Rose picked her way over stacks of books, calling out to the empty room, opening the door and walking into the console room, hesitating before she walked up the ramp. "Hello?" She couldn't see anyone, but given the layout of this place, that didn't say much.