The problem with Pete's dimension was that she had never been born in this dimension, and never was that more underscored than when she heard the familiar and unmistakable whirl of the TARDIS when eating at Henrik's.
The date was later, the time was wrong -- and yet she had abandoned her lunch before she could help herself, running foolishly towards the noise out of sheer instinct, "Doctor!" on her lips before she could help herself.
"Ah, hello," said a familiar voice with long-gone ears, his big hands currently attempting to use his sonic screwdriver on what looked to be a gigantic, mutating piece of flora that she thought had at one point been an artificial Rose on a centerpiece but now appeared to have grown fangs and was hissing at them; she smiled, relieved, and for the first time in a long time, felt somewhat at home.
Doctor Who - 9 & Rose - By Any Other Name
The date was later, the time was wrong -- and yet she had abandoned her lunch before she could help herself, running foolishly towards the noise out of sheer instinct, "Doctor!" on her lips before she could help herself.
"Ah, hello," said a familiar voice with long-gone ears, his big hands currently attempting to use his sonic screwdriver on what looked to be a gigantic, mutating piece of flora that she thought had at one point been an artificial Rose on a centerpiece but now appeared to have grown fangs and was hissing at them; she smiled, relieved, and for the first time in a long time, felt somewhat at home.