He reached out and took her hand, giving it a firm shake. Alice. It was a good name, down the rabbit hole and all that. Part of the Doctor wondered if she believed three impossible things before breakfast. He had a feeling with the life she'd lived and the things she'd lost, she probably hadn't.
At that moment, he wanted to ask her to come with him. Not to travel, but to...somewhere. Martha's house for dinner, a restaurant where it would be warm and cheery. Somewhere that they didn't have to be alone.
But grief over a lost child wasn't something he imagined she wanted to share. Especially not with a strange man asking her about the meaning of Christmas.
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He reached out and took her hand, giving it a firm shake. Alice. It was a good name, down the rabbit hole and all that. Part of the Doctor wondered if she believed three impossible things before breakfast. He had a feeling with the life she'd lived and the things she'd lost, she probably hadn't.
At that moment, he wanted to ask her to come with him. Not to travel, but to...somewhere. Martha's house for dinner, a restaurant where it would be warm and cheery. Somewhere that they didn't have to be alone.
But grief over a lost child wasn't something he imagined she wanted to share. Especially not with a strange man asking her about the meaning of Christmas.