The Doctor was running. How he loved the running, his hearts were beating out a rythm that his feet matched. He picked up his pace, surely he must nearly be there. He wiped the beads of sweat from his brow. Too human, the Timelord in him didn't really like the human aspects of his body. However, there was something to be said for certains things that had come to light since he had met a certain Miss Rose Marion Tyler.
He loved the handholding, the hugging; but he loved the snogging even more. Snogging Rose Tyler... yep, that really was the life!
Just then the object of his affection came into view. Shuffling along, clutching a mug of hot chocolate in one hand and a hanky for her runny nose in the other. Rose Tyler, his Goddess...
Rose stared at the Doctor.
"Can you please turn off that bloody machine? My head is killing me."
The Doctor, momentarily offended, stumbled off his super-duper deluxe running machine.
""Do you think you need a doctor?"