They woke up the following morning entangled together on sofa. Rose lifted her head from the Doctor's chest and mumbled, "Oh blimey."
The Doctor's eyes blinked open slowly. "What's wrong?" he asked, through a yawn.
"I've got a killer headache," she complained. "Please tell me you are hungover as well."
"Nope," he smiled apologetically. "Time Lords don't get hangovers. Sorry."
"That's not fair," she muttered, sitting up properly. "We drank way too much wine last night."
She glanced between them, sighing in relief that they were both fully dressed. "Nothing…happened, then?"
"You don't remember?"
"Oh. No, I don't remember much after Mum going to bed."
"We stayed up and chatted for a bit. Then you tried to seduce me but we stopped pretty sharpish, deciding that it'd be better to keep to our plan and wait."
"Oh god," she mumbled, cheeks flushing red in embarrassment.
"Hey, don't be embarrassed," he reassured her, reaching his hand out to cup her cheek tenderly. They stared at each other for a moment and then he cleared his throat and dropped his hand. "So."
"So," she agreed.
"What do you want to do today?"
"I was thinking maybe we should tell Mum that we're leaving tomorrow."
His eyes widened. "We're leaving tomorrow?"
"If that's all right," she shrugged. "I'm getting a bit…fidgety."
The Doctor beamed. "That is absolutely all right; I am too."
"Good," she laughed, relieved. Then she winced. "I'm gonna go and get some tablets for my head."
"Okay," he nodded, making room for her as she got up. He gave her hand a quick squeeze before she could walk away. "I'll get planning our first proper adventure with the new me."
Her smile lit up her face. "Sounds good to me."
"Mum, we'll come back and visit soon, yeah?" she said, during their conversation about their departure later that morning.
Jackie nodded, trying to smile. "Yeah, sweetheart, I know."
"You were the one who said that we should be getting back out there," Rose pointed out softly.
"And you should be," Jackie nodded. "I know it's what you and him want. And it makes you happy. I'm going to miss you, that's all." She looked between Rose and the Doctor. "Both of you. So, how about we spend the last day of your extended holiday together, eh?"
Rose looked at the Doctor, wondering what he'd say to that.
"Yeah," he murmured, surprising her with his eagerness to please her mum. "What would you like to do?"
"Hmm," Jackie pondered. Then her eyes lit up. "Ever been on the London Eye, Doctor?"
The Doctor and Rose shared an amused glance. "Not quite," he answered.
"Then that's what we'll do today."
"How can your mum be scared when she lives so high up in a block of flats?" the Doctor whispered to Rose, as they stood side by side in one of the capsules on the London Eye, looking out across the Thames. Jackie was clinging to the seats in the middle, her eyes squeezed shut.
Rose shrugged, just as baffled by her mum's behaviour. "No idea," she answered, then glanced at Jackie to check she definitely wasn't watching them, before slipping her arm around the Doctor's waist. "Good job it's foggy anyway. She isn't missing much."
"We ought to come back here one evening," he murmured, lifting his arm around her shoulders to let her stand snuggled against him. "Just us. And a sunset."
"Yeah, that sounds nice. Can't believe we didn't think of doing this before. But yeah, it'll be better in the evening. The Houses of Parliament look nice all lit up at night," Rose said.
"You just wait 'til I take you to Raomba." He'd dropped his voice an octave and Rose shivered. "Perpetual darkness for an entire season, there, and the buildings light up like fireworks to compensate."
Rose smiled and turned her head to check on her mum. As she did so, she realised a little girl was watching them with wide eyes. Rose gave the Doctor a squeeze around the middle to get his attention, and nodded towards their spectator.
"Hello," he said cheerfully.
"Hi," the girl muttered nervously, biting her lip.
"You all right?" Rose asked gently.
"Mmm. Just watching you. You remind me of my mummy and daddy."
"Oh. Are they here?" the Doctor asked, craning his neck to see.
"No," she answered sadly. She pointed to an older lady. "She's my granny, that's who I'm with today."
"Oh, I see," nodded the Doctor.
The little girl's grandma was seated next to Jackie in the middle of the capsule, apparently equally terrified, for she didn't realise her granddaughter had left her side.
"She looks after me all the time now, actually," the little girl said next.
Rose and the Doctor exchanged glances. "Really?" Rose said tentatively.
"Yeah. My name's Molly," she said.
"Hello," Rose replied. "I'm Rose, and this is the Doctor. Are you enjoying the London Eye, then, Molly?"
She shook her head. "I can't see much. It's so misty!"
"Yeah, it's a shame, that," replied the Doctor earnestly. "Maybe you could come back another day, when it's bright and clear?"
"I don't think Granny will want to come back." She lowered her voice to a whisper. "She's scared."
"Ah," the Doctor nodded knowingly. He then confided, "That lady next to her is Rose's mum. She's scared too."
"I want Mummy and Daddy to bring me here instead, 'cos they wouldn't be scared," Molly said next, her eyes downcast. "But they can't 'cos they've had to go to Heaven."
A lump came to Rose's throat. "Oh Molly."
"I'm so sorry about that, sweetheart," said the Doctor softly, reaching out and squeezing her little shoulder comfortingly.
Molly shrugged, tears pooling in her eyes. "I think there was an accident. Something to do with the car. It's been icy, so maybe…" She shivered. "Granny doesn't like to talk about it."
Rose felt sick with sorrow for Molly. She let go of the Doctor and crouched on the floor, so that she was eye level with her.
As a rule, Rose didn't like kids. She'd had to babysit one too many unruly cousins over the years. But this little girl was an exception, and she'd been through something so tragic so young, losing both her parents like that. Something that Rose could empathise with. "Molly, I lost my daddy very young too. You must be feeling very, very sad, and you are so brave to talk about it."
The Doctor watched them quietly, his eyes glistening.
"But you still had your mummy," Molly pointed out, remembering what the Doctor had said about Jackie.
Rose nodded. "Yes. I did. I do. But I'm sure your Granny loves you just as much, and you two can get through this together, yeah?"
Molly thought about that for a moment, then sniffled, "Well she does give good cuddles."
Rose smiled sadly. "Well there you go then. She's the perfect grandma. Only perfect grandmas can give good cuddles."
"Yeah, that's true," agreed Molly.
"Maybe you should go and give her one, now," Rose suggested. "She looks like she needs one."
"That's a good idea," nodded Molly. "Thank you for talking to me."
"You're very welcome, Molly," Rose replied, her throat tightening with emotion. Molly gave her and the Doctor a smile before walking back over to the middle of the capsule.
Rose stood up, and the Doctor reached for her hand, squeezing gently. "That was lovely of you, Rose," he whispered.
"The poor thing," Rose murmured. She shook her head sadly. "God. How can things like that happen? It's so sad."
The Doctor sighed heavily. "Life can be cruel. Losing people never gets any easier, but at that age…no one should have to go through that. But the universe is very unfair about these things." He met Rose's eyes. "Makes me realise how lucky I am, right at this moment, to have you."
She extricated her hand from his so that she could wrap her arms around him instead. "Me too," she whispered, as they held each other tightly. "Me too."