After a minute or two Clara stepped out from behind the wall.
"Anything up?" She asked, pretending she hadn't heard anything.
The Doctor stayed silent, with his back still facing her.
"She was more than just a friend, wasn't she?" Clara finally asked, half accusing and half sympathetic.
The Doctor turned to face her, his eyes were all puffy, the little hair he had was all messed up, along with his cloths and, quite frankly, he looked like hell.
She began to wonder just how long she had been gone and how the heck he could get in such a bad shape i such a sort amount of time. he was a Timelord, maybe he had frozen time inside the T.A.R.D.I.S or something along those lines.
'Her name was Rose and, we were together.' projected the T.A.R.D.I.S speakers. She didn't even know the T.A.R.D.I.S had speakers. The Doctor pulled a lever, switching off the collage of voices.
"You could say that," he sniffed, ever so slightly. He ran his hands across his face to wipe off the tears and ended up feeling the wrinkles on his face, which made him feel depressed, even though he knew his Rose wouldn't care.
"That was long time ago, she won't even be able recognize me. Like Sarah Jane." he muttered.
"Who?" Clara asked.
The Doctor ignored her.
"And besides," he leaned back on the rail, "she is in a parallel universe. I can never see her again. I was going to marry her, you know. Before I met River, of course. But," his voice cracked, "we were... separated. So I was thinking," He continued, walking around the T.A.R.D.I.S, pulling levers and pushing buttons. "I don't know, I could go back and visit some of the places we went..." he trailed off, becoming self aware that he was being cliché. He turned to look at her then stopped.
"Where did you get that?" he demanded, pointing at the jacket she was wearing.
Clarar glanced down, "Um, in the wardrobe room, why?"
"It was her's it was, never mind. It doesn't matter," he said, looking down at the floor, "it doesn't matter."
"But Doctor, why don't you just go to her universe? And how come we're dreaming of her?"
"Rose must be trying to contact me an-"
"Then how come I'm dreaming about her her too?" Clara interrupted.
"It must have something to do with you entering my time stream, she can't tell which of us is The Doctor." he exclaimed. "She needs me."
"Alright, then, why don't we just go visit her? Are you mad at her or something? Was it a nasty break up?" Clara teased.
"I can't. She's trapped in that parallel world. She was sucked in when we were closing the rift. Timelords used to be able to travel in between parallel worlds, back when Gallifrey stood. Not anymore though."
"But, Doctor. Remember the painting? Gallifrey Falls No More. Doctor," Clara placed a hand on his shoulder, "you can visit Rose."