It didn't seem strange at all for the TARDIS to put in her contribution. She was a part of her-and the Doctor-and always was. It made sense that she'd put forth her thoughts.

But that was about as far as she stopped to think about it, because the Doctor--hers, not just any. Hers. And no, she hadn't moved on. Not ever. If there was one thing unchanged from the Rose before Canary Wharf and now, it was her love for her Doctor.