He didn't really think that the Doctor would purposefully allow any harm to come to the TARDIS. He was just angry. Angry and frustrated. Frustrated because he couldn't feel her like he used to. How could she ever love me when I only have one heart to give her? She didn't pulse through him anymore. She didn't sing for him. She hummed. She vibrated. Like a computer left on for too long. But the melody she used to have for him -- The song of the TARDIS he remembered wasn't there anymore.
I'm empty.
He bent down and pressed his left ear to the console. He tried to listen. he tried to hear her.
What am I?
Not human. Not Time Lord. Not Donna. Not the Doctor.
His lips pursed.
Why won't you talk to me?!
But she didn't answer.
He stood up, took a deep breath, and--
"River is here?"
That tiny (never insignificant little) factoid actually gave him a bit of a confidence boost. River was here. Good. Distractions. Complications. The hell with spoilers. That meant the Doctor's time would be busy. He'd be occupied. Less time to spend with--
Rose always looked her best in the TARDIS. Even mad and fussy and refusing him, she was a refreshing breeze on a sticky day.
"We have to go back. We need to fix the TARDIS, unscramble a few tricky interdimensional loopholes, and you need to take us back. Convergence is never a good thing. Too much timey-wimey can be a bad. Very, very bad."