Martha stepped back, watching him with serious eyes. Different, she knew. Different was spending every day at the hospital, listening to all of them chatter, even making up stories to explain going to the moon, never touching on anything remotely resembling the past year. Different was having Leo stare at all of them, not comprehending the way Tish had changed, that Mum and Dad were back together, listening to them always asking her about the Doctor.
Different was a phone call she made, and another one she didn't and how they never connected, and she never let herself hear either voice, not really, because it was all too tied up in too many things she couldn't dwell on for too long.
And Jack was part of that and yet his own, too. His own suffering for that year, and yet he seemed to have come through. She wondered about the scars he had and if they ran as deep as the ones she'd acquired and if anyone who hadn't lived that year, hadn't seen the Earth nearly decimated, hadn't seen the end of the universe could really, truly, understand.
Nodding, she took a breath, then said, simply, "All right."
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Date: 2008-01-17 06:47 pm (UTC)Different was a phone call she made, and another one she didn't and how they never connected, and she never let herself hear either voice, not really, because it was all too tied up in too many things she couldn't dwell on for too long.
And Jack was part of that and yet his own, too. His own suffering for that year, and yet he seemed to have come through. She wondered about the scars he had and if they ran as deep as the ones she'd acquired and if anyone who hadn't lived that year, hadn't seen the Earth nearly decimated, hadn't seen the end of the universe could really, truly, understand.
Nodding, she took a breath, then said, simply, "All right."