Thirteen | Rose :: Can you get drunk?
Alright, Rose had to hand it to the Doctor. Always able to put a better spin on it, although, really, it was sorta the same thing. Rose appreciated the correction nonetheless, figuring it was better to not think on it.
Rose hadn't heard that story and raised her eyebrows. "What's the longest you've ever been without it?" she asked, wondering if they would see that familiar blue box in the near future. "And what does your TARDIS look like?"
When she brought up Ten, Rose glanced down at her half empty bottle. "I haven't," she said, a bit glum. "I keep checking his room, but he doesn't seem to be there." She wouldn't be surprised if he had just up and gone on his own adventure, but he usually brought her along or at least checked in. Rose hadn't heard of anyone leaving this place before, but was it possible? Had he found a way and was back home? Separated again.
"I'm sure he's just out and about," she said, catching Thirteen's eye and smiling. "Maybe he'll show up tonight!"