Been working on it... yes, I really have...
The Doctor braced himself against the console, head hung, face twisted. Rose winced at the sight that brought back a painfully vivid memory of him regenerating in front her.
“Is it working—is everything working?” she asked.
“Everything except for one.” He lifted his head and looked at her. “Me.”
Rose hadn’t the time to respond before he pushed off the console and hurried away, moving deeper into the TARDIS.
“There’s only one place to go…” he called back to her, and Rose followed, realizing they were moving further into the ship than she’d ever been.
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