She nodded, doing just that. "I will always do my best to keep up with you," she said. The word sweetie danced on her lips, but never escaped them. She'd run with the Doctor too long to be that careless. Blimey he was young, though. It showed the most in his eyes. Such young eyes, so unburdened.

And she realized that this might be the first chance she's ever had to be with the Doctor that wasn't either the occasion of her death, or after he knew how and when she would die. His eyes had looked young in the Library too; and it saddened her to think she was to blame for some of the weariness in him that made him seem so much older.

"So?" she asked, shaking her hair, to shake off any melancholy before the Doctor could become aware of it. "Where to?" my love