"Well, I'm a stubborn sort, always have been," the Doctor replied, shifting into a seat at the small table. He grew old in this seat. And Reinette grew old in that seat and Louis grew old in that seat and Suzie flitted in and out of their lives in that seat and...

"Gone. Can't have been that long for you, Rose." He was not going for particularly cruel or cold, but he was rubbish at putting an equal mixture of sympathy and curiosity in his voice.