The Doctor was not feeling so strong. She knew she had to make a decision but now that she felt his hand on hers, The Doctor wanted to put it off. She just wanted to be Jane. What would clever Jane Smith do?
The Doctor shifted and laid herself down on the bed next to him, her arm curled around his body and her forehead planted against his back.
"She didn't have to get to anyone else. You were the only one that died. You were dead and I couldn't get to you."