Rose continued to sleep, being a deep sleeper anyway, but her dreams began to become twisted at the Doctor's absence, making her believe that she had conjured up being successful and that he was still seriously sick enough to stop his heats from beating. Those images of his dead body made her jerk violently awake crashing onto the floor looking around the TARDIS much like a frightened and caged animal her eyes gold not in any control of her actions. Her heart raced as if there were two in her chest, as she looked warily around her, the soothing hum of the TARDIS finally reaching her and she calmed down if just a bit knowing where she was.