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The Doctor had already met with Gambit and made it completely and totally clear: No one was to tell Rose Tyler who he was. No one. The things it could do to the fabric of time? If she knew what he looked like before she should? If she knew him before she should? There was a very definite reaction that she'd had when he'd regenerated; and it was a look he intended to preserve. It was important that she have that reaction. That she know that she had to do so much of everything during that Christmas Invasion on her own. That she not have any spoilers: For a time there she thought he might die - and for all she knew he might. 

Besides, knowing he was here without her, well, it would only lead to more questions. What had happened to her? Where had she gone? Why had he left her? Who was Donna? Who was Martha Jones? Who was Sarah Jane? What's this whole Torchwood thing? There were so many questions, so very many questions. So much that she just couldn't know, couldn't know at all. The Doctor had ihs work, and the work of his friends cut out for them.

Taking up a seat on the rocky car of the ferris wheel, the Doctor tapped his toes, waiting. They'd all need to know to know that he couldn't just be 'The Doctor' anymore. In enters Doctor John Smith. That's right, folks, in the flesh for as long as he had to be. Rose wouldn't be getting close enough to notice those double hearts in his chest; and she certainly wouldn't be hearing from him about their time in the TARDIS. Rubbing his brow the Doctor came to realize: this would be liike living with a ghost. Oi.