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“Doctor, it’s beautiful,” Rose says breathlessly, staring around in wonder despite the biting chill. 

The Doctor stares at Rose, his brow wrinkled in confusion. “I thought I was takin’ you to the beach. Not some frozen wasteland.”

She shivers, wishing she’d grabbed her thick winter coat, but the Doctor had said they were going to the beach, so she’d dressed for the occasion and is now sorely underdressed. Suddenly, something warm and heavy covers her shoulders, and she looks down to find the Doctor’s leather jacket wrapped around her. 

“You’re cold,” he says, his blue eyes piercing right through her, the color more striking among the ice waves. 

With a shrug, Rose says, “‘S not so bad. Where are we? What’s this place called?”

The Doctor’s silent for several long moments, and Rose glances up in concern. She takes his hand and squeezes gently, encouraging him to speak. 

“It’s called Woman Wept. Used to be filled with trees and plants and land. I thought I was taking you to the beach,” the Doctor finally explains, his voice strangely hollow. “It must have gotten caught in the crosshairs of the Time War.”

The deep sadness in his features breaks Rose’s heart, and a tear slips down her cheek, the warm, salty tear cutting a path over her chilled cheek. 

He notices, of course he does, and his eyes scan hers before he lifts his hand and gently wipes the tear away. 

“Rose Tyler,” he says softly, as if she’s the answer to all the questions he’s ever had.