It should have been enough. Had time only been a kinder mistress than perhaps it could have been. But to wish on what could have would only keep one from looking ahead.

Romana only nodded her head once to answer him. Wrapping an arm behind his neck and her other hand resting against his cheek, she was kissing him in return. But still, there was something about it that worried her. He was troubled still and he would not say. To ask would pointless - she knew this by now.

"Doctor, we'll meet again," she breathed.