“I am sorry,” he looked at her. He gave her small smile. It would be nice to have her for a walk. She looked familiar in a way. He was unable to put his eye on it.
But, Rose came along.
Than, the Doctor looked at Erika once again after Rose mentioned Madame Pompfrey, he grinned, “Yess, she does,” he had a excitement look on his face than in his eyes there was sadness of grief he had hidden. He had remembered Pomfrey and he had fallen deeply with her. And he had lost her. Like everyone he had met. He had luck like a black cat, walking front of you on Friday the Thirteen on a full moon. His luck was too common though.