"That's Robin," Dennis choked out, still-silent tears streaming down his cheeks. "Always thinking of others before... Before herself." Rita was wailing by this point, and would have crumpled to the ground had Dennis not been supporting her. Even Allen was crying, though for quite a different reason. It was horrible, watching his parents cry like that when their daughter was actually alive and well inside the TARDIS.<br/><br/>"Hey," he said, pulling his mother into a hug. "Robin wouldn't want us to be sad. And she wouldn't want us to be angry at the Doctor. She died saving everyone, Mom... You, me, the Doctor, everyone on the Earth. We have to stay strong for her, okay? We have to try and live on for her, even though she can't be with us. It's hard, but if we're as strong as Robin was, we can get through it."<br/><br/>By the time he was done speaking, Rita had straightened, and her sobbing had ceased. There was still a steady flow of tears dripping from her chin onto the ground but she managed to look at the Doctor without a trace of anger. After a moment she nodded before taking her husband's hand in hers, and then Allen's.<br/><br/>"Doctor," she said, her voice strained. "Thank you for everything. We know Robin was grateful for the time she got to be with you, and so we are too. Just... don't forget about her. And don't forget about us." Dennis wiped his nose on his sleeve, unable to speak. Allen looked at the Doctor.<br/><br/>"And don't forget... You said you needed to find new... accommodations for us," Allen said, twisting the story a bit.<br/><br/>"And if I may add something," Strax said, his voice uncharacteristically gentle, "I would like to stay with this human family until you have further need of me, sir. I think they could use my help and I can give them a firsthand account of Robin's bravery."<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Inside the TARDIS, Robin's disguise had dropped. She was crying steadily, sitting on the floor of the wardrobe, trying to get everything out before the Doctor came back in to find her. After several minutes of sobbing, she stood, shaking her head and placing her 'just fine' expression back on her face.<br/><br/>"Okay," she said, wiping her eyes. "Okay." Then she began walking down the racks of clothes, shedding the outfit she wore as she did so. First, she replaced her bra, having to find a bit bigger size to fit her new curves. After that she stood in front of the mirror, contemplating what she thought her new style might be. A moment passed and she smiled, returning to the wardrobe.<br/><br/>She found a pair of black tights, which she pulled on eagerly. Then a plain black tank top, just to have something to cover up with. Looking through the shoes, she found a pair of nice black lace-up boots, sliding them onto her feet with ease. She picked up the pants she'd worn earlier and pulled the letter and the pen-looking device, quickly putting them back into the locket to examine later.<br/><br/>Scurrying back up to the console room, she looked all around until her eyes finally landed on what she'd seen earlier. A sweater of the Doctor's, blue and white striped, hanging over one of the rails. With a little grin she pulled it on. It was a big enough size so that it was slightly below her waist. She thought she may not wear it forever but for now it would be sufficient to distract the Doctor a little... Sufficiently short, that is.<br/><br/>With that, she waited, not wanting to watch what was happening outside.