[He shakes his head against her shoulder, lowering her down and - oops, that was a bit of stumble as one of his legs cramps and the muscle just seems to give out on him - reaching up to take hold of her shoulders, leaning forward so he's at eye level with her, his eyes bright and his expression serious]

It will happen, Rose. Here, back home... it doesn't matter.

[He knew, for a moment. When he was falling through the sky, heading down towards his doom, he'd known what he would have done if he started regenerating. He knows he has a hard time letting go, harder than most of his other regenerations. So he knew, in that moment, that if he started to die, he would hold off on it. He would go, and he would visit everyone he'd ever held dear. Not only in this face, but in all of his faces. He'd see them, he'd hold their memories close to his hearts, and he would give them something. Each one of them. And in the end, the last person he would see, there with him until his dying moments? Would be Rose. Before she'd ever met him, a man in the shadows.

That would be his reward.

But it hadn't come to that. He'd survived, he'd lived and now he's here, with her. Standing in this impossible world, surrounded by impossible people.

Maybe the impossible really can happen here. If he holds onto it hard enough.]

The impossible has been happening for me lately, Rose. And with everything, where I just came from... it can happen.