When she traveled with him things were so much simpler. He didn't have the death of a whole planet---of two whole planets on his shoulders. All that pain, all his fault and she didn't know, couldn't know. How would he begin to tell her?

He parted his lips just above hers. He wanted to kiss her again, he wanted to tell her to stay. He wanted so very many things that this timey-wimey moment was giving him. What could he actually take, though?

"Romana..."