Gently, he pushed her hand away. "It's nothing. You said ... " His voice shook, and he broke off a moment to draw a deep breath and steady himself. "You said Rose. She's here? You're sure? You're sure it's ... " My Rose, he almost said, but he caught himself. "It's her? It's honestly her?"
Oh, he had heard the rest, and he was fairly certain he understood, though "how" remained a rather pressing question, but none of that was as important as the name Donna had uttered. The Doctor would do anything, anything, if it meant that not only could he have Donna, but Rose as well, and not just see them, but be known by them.