As he sat there in his mode of song, The Doctor couldn’t help but wander in his thoughts. After all, being over 900 years old and considering all of the things he’s seen and have done, one couldn’t help but wander. Wander and wonder. Wander and wonder. There were so many things that he remembered, especially about this little place known as Woman Wept. It once had oceans so glorious that it made the modern Earth’s Bahamas look like a puddle of mud. Well, he had heard the stories about the water being so clear and blue, so he had only assumed it was similar to that of the ocean on this island. It wasn’t until the Dalek’s captured the island and encased it within the Medusa Cascade, did the waters cease by the lack of sun. It was a bit more chilly on the Woman Wept than at a normal beach, but, still delightful none the less. Delightful.. There were few things that delighted him anymore. Wouldn’t a blok like him get tired of his comradery? Eh, perhaps, not just yet. There were still many things to see and do, to encounter and execute.
The soft padding of footfalls caught the attention of the waiting man and ceased his humming. The gentleman stood and observed his dashing Rose. The young girl had made quite the transformation from wearing her simple tight fitting jeans and her form-fit tee shirt, to wearing her current ensemble. His eyes traced her abode, from the dark roots on the top of her hair, down to her exposed neck, and down to her cute toes. A smile grew upon his face, one of captivation and endearment. The young girl was quite capable of sprucing up, yet, left him feeling underdressed. Perhaps, he might do a bit of clothing swaps himself. “Rose,” said the Doctor as he took a step towards her. Immediately, he seized a gentle grasp around her waist and spun her with a small laugh. Her comment was quite adorable. Once he set her down, he looked into her innocent eyes and replied in a tone just above a whisper. “Indeed, you look quite fantastic,” after his words crossed his lips, there was a moment of hesitation. That moment, where he felt a sudden urge, a need to touch her lips. But, no. No. He couldn’t do that. If he did that he would be breaking all his rules and private regulations that he bestowed upon himself. Damn him. Damn him and his rules.
The Doctor took a step back to give space between the two, yet, he still took possession of her hand in a very secure manner. Down the stairs of the TARDIS, he guided her, like a young romantic male from the Shakespearean age; he was the Romeo and she the Juliet. Once they had gotten to the exit of his magnificent time contraption, the girl handed him the sleeping bags and mentioned that she would join him in a few. While Rose vanished within the realm of the TARDIS once again, the Doctor roamed out onto the sand until he found the perfect spot for their bags to lay. To keep with “beach” theme, the Doctor took off his jacket and dropped it alongside one of the bags, leaving him only donning a purple tee shirt and jeans. He dressed in a very simplistic manner. It suited him at that point in time. As he analyzed the campsite, something was obviously missing – a fire. Of course, he assumed that the woman would want to roast marshmallows over an open fire. He had seen many a situation where children alike would execute the same actions.
The Doctor took the liberty to wander off from the site to gather firewood, doing it somewhat of the old fashion way. There was foliage a plenty towards the opposite direction of the frozen ocean. The shrubs seemed almost prehistoric, yet, spacy to a certain degree. Certainly not something off of planet Earth, the home of his dear companion. Once he gathered a good amount of firewood, the Doctor returned to the site and set up a small pit. Now, this is where he cheated just a slight bit and pulled out his sonic screwdriver. With a zap, fire became alive and consumed the wood in a steady burn. There. That would make his Rose happy. Anything, for his beloved Rose. The Doctor stood, staring into the flame until Rose returned with her hands full of goodies. “What is a campsite without a fire?” commented the Doctor with a smile, “But enough with that! You want to explore. I know you love exploring and exploring we shall!” Again, he took her hand, “Where would you like to go first? To the jungle? To the hills? The Dunes? The-ah! The ocean?”
She had chosen her first scene on their tourist adventure. Towards the waters, he guided her right near the water’s edge. “Be careful,” he warned, “But don’t be afraid now; I’ve got you and I won't let go.” He led her towards the edge of the water, and stood behind her with captivation of her two hands. In this position, he allowed her to gaze into the frozen water to see what she could see. Even though the ocean was now an ice sculpture, there were still shells and trinkets buried beneath. As she gazed into the water, she began to divulge into her past and talk about her mother. The Doctor didn’t do anything but listen to the girl’s piece of mind – and he didn’t care. He enjoyed listening to her. He enjoyed being with her – far, far too much. Over the shoulder of the girl, he gazed into the water, himself, and almost became lost in its beauty. “As far as I’ve known, since its release from the Medusa Cascade, there hasn’t been much living here, except for animals. Other time lords and time agents come here, but not as often as they have. This land hasn’t had quite the grand reputation. This world was once captured by the Daleks and placed in the Medusa Cascade. It wasn’t free until after the Time War.” The Doctor rambled a bit about history, which may have come across as boring to most, but, Rose thrived on peculiar facts, which was a reason why he adored her.
His eyes roamed up to the sun falling down to the horizon, yet, as he watched the setting sun, his vision seemed to blur. What was going on? The headaches and now this? He couldn’t figure it out, which was very frightening. If there was a problem he couldn’t solve, if there was an equation with a solution he failed to see – he felt unfit to protect his Rose, his companion. “Hmm..” he uttered and let his hands drop to her waist, “How about we return to camp and roast a bit of them marshmallows? I know you love sweets.” His hold about her waist fell to his hand, once again, taking possession of her arm and guided the young woman back to the camp. “Let’s do more exploring in the morning,” he suggested, “It would be easier to see with sun light."