So. Here I am. On the slow path. Taking in the sights. Being human. My first day on Alternate Earth. Well, my first day on any Earth, technically, having only been born today. Though I do remember being on a different Earth. Does that mean I have been to Earth? Or any other world for that matter? Anyway…Today has been jam packed full of activities, and that is not including the Dalek invasion. That was an old life. Time to discuss the new. A new life with a new Doctor. The new new new Doctor. Yet as equally handsome as the old new new Doctor.A train ride across Norway, a flight across Europe, a jeep ride to the Tyler mansion, meetings with Torchwood, UNIT, everyone wanted to talk to me. Everyone was well excited. Everyone except Rose.We, myself and Rose, the only ‘we’ really, sit alone in her cavernous living room, drinking tea, made just the way I like it. We’ve barely spoken a word. Hands clutched together, fingers entwined, neither could be the first to let go. But she can not look at me. It’s because I remind her of. I am him, I have to remind myself, and soon enough she will be reminded of that too. But right now, I can see every thought and emotion play across her face like a Shakespearean play. A battle is raging within her. Ithe Doctor. She loves. She has been given everything she could ever want. A Doctor who can grow old with her, who will stay with her, who can play happy families with her. But then there is 'The Guilt'. I am not the Doctor, not really. The Doctor is out there, in his Tardis.. She once promised him forever. She spent years trying to get back to him. She wants to chase away the ghosts that haunt him. She wants to take care of him. He needs her, she thinks, and she abandoned him. Butneed her. What else is there to say?She kissed me, gently on the cheek. Rose that is. It would only be Rose really. She is the only she in my mind that does not need to be introduced with a Proper noun., is everything. Andget a cheek kiss. The cheek!“I’m going to bed.” She said. “Goodnight.”And that’s me told. We are going to dance around each other a little longer it seems. Without any actualI curl up sadly on the leather sofa, playing with the tassel of a mauve throw pillow.I hug it to my chest and try not to think. Try not to close my eyes. I committed genocide today, and my own ghosts are coming to find me, rattle their chains, and drive me a little bit insane.There are other bedrooms in this palace. Many many bedrooms, I am sure. I would be more comfortable there. Yet I just can not find my adventurers spirit. Maybe tomorrow will be better.