[The Doctor is a bit ahead of her and does check to see if she's following or not. He does like it, there's something soothing coming from the crystal that seems to make everything - alright. Peaceful. He collapses like he's a thousand-year-old onto the bench. There's a deep and tried weight on his face. That is a different trauma from different lives. It is rare for him to relax this much. He still misses Rose. He misses his Tardis. He wonders if he'll ever find either of them.]

Going to join me?