"Whoa, nine?" It was a good thing Rose was sitting cross-legged for balance and meditation, because she almost fell over at that.
And far far far worse at there being none left. That.... was going to take a little to process. So she politely pretended she hadn't heard, watching Clara move pieces around.
"You're the same age as me!" Rose called back to Clara.
Except it wasn't 2015 she was looking for, but 2006, or up to 2008, or maybe even 2010. 2015 was too late.
She closed her eyes again, listening as Clara said the rest and ordered pieces about, opening an eye at the comment about other time travelers coming back... in their own time.
No.
They were all gone. There was only one left.
But how could Clara know the Doctor?
How did Will know-- why did he say "others" and didn't know of the Doctor?
She had 99 questions and the Doctor is at the heart(s) of all of them! She doesn't even know if his universe still had that song! Which in retrospect, is the least of things she should be questioning right now, but oh well.
Rose stood up, and carefully thought over how to tactfully ask them both any of the questions on her mind. "Ninety-nine red zeppelins..." she muttered to herself in sing-song, pushing her hair back with a hand and shaking her head. Of all the songs to get stuck in her head now...
Chewing her bottom lip and scrunching her face to the side, Rose leaned with her hands on her knees to quietly ask Will, "Whaddaya mean they left, yeah? You know other time travelers? I'll tell you a secret, but you gotta promise not to tell anyone else, yeah?" She winked quietly and waited for a nod. She made sure to all but whisper it so Clara couldn't hear, just in case, for now. "I'm not just a time traveler. I'm a universe traveler." She held a finger over her lips. "But I only know one man who time travels usually. That's the Doctor. He has a magic box that lets him do it, but you're right, he's the only one left."
Her eyes take on a bit of a haunted look at that, and she turns to look back at Clara.
"The Doctor... is he all right then? In Twenty Fifteen, yeah?" she chewed her bottom lip.
Did she fail? She must have failed. If she got to the Doctor in 2015.... no. Time was... so fickle traveling through the void. But she was so sure she had finally nailed him down traveling with Donna.... But Donna was in 2008. Clara would have... recognized her, wouldn't she have? Could Clara be from the Doctor's past... After all, Sarah Jane said there'd been others, and she was proof of that herself, of course. But if so... then the Doctor wouldn't have risked running backwards into her timestream by going backwards himself. So no. It had to be his future. In which case, did Rose make it back and spend... all her time with him? Or did he force to go back to her universe? Except... he'd already tried to send her back to Pete's universe twice and she wasn't having it! So there was no way he could do it again. TimeLords don't splinter. She's seen alternate universes, she's seen pocket universes, and created a fixed point to save him. But there weren't other Doctors, or TimeLords... weren't there?
"No, that's not the question," Rose growled at herself in frustration. "I mean it's important yeah, but of course he is, he's the Doctor. So he is and he isn't." Because he was never okay, not really. And clearly he was alive... which meant Rose hadn't completely failed. Fixed point to save him? Totally worked in its roundabout way. Good job Rose Tyler. Except...
She bit a finger hard in thought, and bounced on her heels. "Do you know how old he is, by your time?" it was a careful question. Carefully considered. The real one that give her answers and a direction and tell her how much she could reveal or not.
Rose stubbornly folded her arms, balled her fists, and dropped them. Now was not a good time to let her Jackie Tyler temper fly away with her, but she couldn't help it.
"Whatchoo mean by the others coming back?! They Can't!" Rose face palmed at herself. "You just meant him, right? Because he is daft at times I swear--!"
She shifted her jaw stubbornly and gave Will a weak smile. And then finally giving up some of her pretenses, she looked between both of them, and upwards at the non-existent sky here. "Neither of you have the darkness comin'? Right? No... stars goin' out or nuffin?"
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And far far far worse at there being none left. That.... was going to take a little to process. So she politely pretended she hadn't heard, watching Clara move pieces around.
"You're the same age as me!" Rose called back to Clara.
Except it wasn't 2015 she was looking for, but 2006, or up to 2008, or maybe even 2010. 2015 was too late.
She closed her eyes again, listening as Clara said the rest and ordered pieces about, opening an eye at the comment about other time travelers coming back... in their own time.
No.
They were all gone. There was only one left.
But how could Clara know the Doctor?
How did Will know-- why did he say "others" and didn't know of the Doctor?
She had 99 questions and the Doctor is at the heart(s) of all of them! She doesn't even know if his universe still had that song! Which in retrospect, is the least of things she should be questioning right now, but oh well.
Rose stood up, and carefully thought over how to tactfully ask them both any of the questions on her mind. "Ninety-nine red zeppelins..." she muttered to herself in sing-song, pushing her hair back with a hand and shaking her head. Of all the songs to get stuck in her head now...
Chewing her bottom lip and scrunching her face to the side, Rose leaned with her hands on her knees to quietly ask Will, "Whaddaya mean they left, yeah? You know other time travelers? I'll tell you a secret, but you gotta promise not to tell anyone else, yeah?" She winked quietly and waited for a nod. She made sure to all but whisper it so Clara couldn't hear, just in case, for now. "I'm not just a time traveler. I'm a universe traveler." She held a finger over her lips. "But I only know one man who time travels usually. That's the Doctor. He has a magic box that lets him do it, but you're right, he's the only one left."
Her eyes take on a bit of a haunted look at that, and she turns to look back at Clara.
"The Doctor... is he all right then? In Twenty Fifteen, yeah?" she chewed her bottom lip.
Did she fail? She must have failed. If she got to the Doctor in 2015.... no. Time was... so fickle traveling through the void. But she was so sure she had finally nailed him down traveling with Donna.... But Donna was in 2008. Clara would have... recognized her, wouldn't she have? Could Clara be from the Doctor's past... After all, Sarah Jane said there'd been others, and she was proof of that herself, of course. But if so... then the Doctor wouldn't have risked running backwards into her timestream by going backwards himself. So no. It had to be his future. In which case, did Rose make it back and spend... all her time with him? Or did he force to go back to her universe? Except... he'd already tried to send her back to Pete's universe twice and she wasn't having it! So there was no way he could do it again. TimeLords don't splinter. She's seen alternate universes, she's seen pocket universes, and created a fixed point to save him. But there weren't other Doctors, or TimeLords... weren't there?
"No, that's not the question," Rose growled at herself in frustration. "I mean it's important yeah, but of course he is, he's the Doctor. So he is and he isn't." Because he was never okay, not really. And clearly he was alive... which meant Rose hadn't completely failed. Fixed point to save him? Totally worked in its roundabout way. Good job Rose Tyler. Except...
She bit a finger hard in thought, and bounced on her heels. "Do you know how old he is, by your time?" it was a careful question. Carefully considered. The real one that give her answers and a direction and tell her how much she could reveal or not.
Rose stubbornly folded her arms, balled her fists, and dropped them. Now was not a good time to let her Jackie Tyler temper fly away with her, but she couldn't help it.
"Whatchoo mean by the others coming back?! They Can't!" Rose face palmed at herself. "You just meant him, right? Because he is daft at times I swear--!"
She shifted her jaw stubbornly and gave Will a weak smile. And then finally giving up some of her pretenses, she looked between both of them, and upwards at the non-existent sky here. "Neither of you have the darkness comin'? Right? No... stars goin' out or nuffin?"