That night, the jacket was off and Rose and her Doctor had no interruptions. For all his worries, everything was perfect. They had moved together almost instinctively, and afterwards they slept curled into each other.
And the Doctor dreamed.
It was the end of the Blitz dream, with the empty child. For the first time in what was ages, the Doctor had a day where everyone lived. No death, no horrors, even Captain Jack Harkness waltzed out into the TARDIS.