Just thought I'd add this little in-between bit. Sometimes I'll do one in the actual episode, sometimes as a mini piece like this.

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*Keeping Notes*

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Rose flopped down on the bed. They had just gotten back from eating their chips, and the Doctor noticed she was bone tired. He had supported her, letting her lean on his shoulder and chuckled as she had yawned. He told her that she could stay in this room.

Of course, she knew that this very room would be hers for the next two years, and if she succeeded, longer. She could remember how to decorate her room by thought, and had already started. Plus it was much easier now the TARDIS freely 'spoke' to her.

She had found that the TARDIS couldn't actually say more than two or three words. Most of it was just feelings and hums. Apparently, not even the Doctor could hear the TARDIS like she could. That had startled her a bit.

Her tasted had changed since she was nineteen… the first time. So her room was nothing like her one on Earth, or the first version. For one, she wasn't too keen on bright pink. She still liked pink, but it didn't splatter everything she slept in. instead her walls were a nice clam dusky blue. A similar shade to TARDIS blue, but much, much lighter. The bedspread was fairly similar. But it was nice and poofy, like always.

She was a little put out about how empty it was, but she didn't have any of her own stuff aboard, or any of the pictures and trinkets she had collected on her travels. But she'd get those soon.

Tomorrow they would go to Cardiff in whatever year it was with Charles Dickens. And she would save Gwyneth and that creep of a boss of hers. The day after that they would go to some city on an alien planet. And a few more places after that. Then she would complain that she had been wearing the same clothes for five days straight and he would take her home so she could tell her mum she would be okay… and end up being a year late.

She gave a chuckle at that.

It was annoying. She was tired, but she couldn't get to sleep. Out of boredom, she turned to the bedside drawers and began opening them. She hadn't paid much attention to them last time. She had just chucked everything out of it so she could put her own stuff in. this time; she noticed that there was some kind of diary and a pen in the top drawer.

Flicking it open, she saw it was blank and knew that it was for her if she wanted it. She was never one for writing diaries. But there was one thing she wanted to do.

Clicking on the pen she wrote 'The Book of Changes' on the front page. She turned over and wrote 'Platform One' at the top of the next page. She drew a line down the centre, dividing it into two, but stopped at half way and ruled a horizontally. On one side below the title she wrote 'Saved' and underlined it. On the other side she wrote 'Died… again'.

The easiest to fill out was the 'Died… again' column. Just one line. She wrote 'the Steward'. The one person she hadn't been able to save. Swallowing the sickness she felt, she moved back to the 'Saved' column. In that she wrote each name on a separate line.

'Jabe'.

'The Moxx of Balhoon'.

'A few Staff members'. - Yes, she could remember some of the little blue people looking down sadly at their fallen friends.

'Mrs Pacoon'.

'One of the Hop Pyleen brothers'.

'One of the City of Binding Light ambassadors'.

Then in the space below her table she wrote 'Jack is the Face of Boe'. 'Cassandra hates me even more'.

Far too tired now, she tucked the book back into the top drawer. And with those last two thoughts, she drifted off to the most restful sleep she had had in a year.