Who? The Doctor & Romana Where? Romana's apartment. When? September 16th, Morning. What? Reunited. Rating? No more than PG-13 (for language at least.)
He was running. He wasn't entirely when he'd started running, all he knew was that his hearts were pounding in his chest and his lungs were starting to sting. The Doctor was a runner, he spent half his life running, and if it was causing him pain then he supposed he'd been running for quite a long time indeed. That was when it struck him that he had absolutely no idea where he was running to. He stopped, titling his head back in a futile attempt to open up his airways and stop the pain, but he was too distracted to really let the fresh oxygen take any effect. He turned, looking up and down the unfamiliar street. Everything looked the same to him; perhaps he'd been running in circles for hours.
Pressing the heel of his hands into his eyes he tried his hardest to concentrate. Romana? I'm not good at this at the best of times, he tried, his head starting to twinge with the effort it took even to convey such a short message. Where are you? he tried, hoping that he'd be able to pick up at least a rough description, preferably a street name that he could work off. He was panicking; he knew he was panicking, but there really wasn't much he could do to stop himself. He had no idea how his already fragile mental state was going to cope with actually seeing her again, but he didn't care. Even to see her alive only to fall into complete madness for the rest of time would be worth it.