"It's not so bad," Nine mumbled, mostly to himself. He thought of Rose, heartbroken because he had left her in so many times and ways. He thought of Sarah Jane, of Ace, of all who he had travelled with, never appreciating the sheer joy of coming home until he was denied it.
He understood better why Rose always came home to Jackie, harping estate mum she may be. He knew the ties that bind.
"Me too. C'mon, let's go climbing. Bet we can make it up for a good view of sunset, eh?"