"She's here," the Doctor confirmed. He folded his hands in front of him and stared down at them as though he might find what to say next written there. "A bit further along than the Rose I went to see, a bit further back than she was the last time we said goodbye. Well, I say we said goodbye, but we didn't, really. Well, I say we, but it wasn't her decision. Well, I say decisions ... " He shook his head. "I was selfish. It hurt too much, to actually say the words, so I left. I waited until she was distracted by the other me, and I got into the TARDIS with Donna and I left. Rose doesn't know about that, yet. It's still years in her future. She doesn't really even know me, yet. Not this me." He allowed himself a small, pained smile. "Everything's all out of order. You're here, but I don't know you yet. Martha's here, but I had to tell her why she left because she hasn't lived it. Donna's here, and if she finds out what happens to her ... I'm not sure she'll ever forgive me. And Rose ... Well. That's a talk I'm not looking forward to having."
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