He noted how hard she was panting to catch her breath as they ran. It was time to find somewhere quiet for the next trip. Poor Rose was in need of a vacation. They've ended up running the last ten or so times they landed.

Somewhere with a beach. And lots of sun. She'd love it. They could spend a week or so there. Long enough that it would be relaxing but before the cabin fever would set in. He was sure the TARDIS could do with some repairs as well.

That settled it. Next stop was a vacation for his girls.