When she receives the note on the psychic paper that’s signed with two xx’s, she can’t help but dress herself up; the coordinates are for a favorite restaurant of the Doctor’s and it had been months since she’d seen him.
She can hear the palpable relief in the voice that says her name, but she looks up in confusion; that is not the voice of her Doctor. A man wearing thick glasses and a long tan trench coat stands before her, eyes wet with tears and lips curled into a tentative smile. She swallows, standing on shaky legs as she moved forward, laying a gentle hand in the center of his chest, inhaling sharply at the double heartbeats.
"A new face, my love?" she asked, offering him a hesitant smile as his hands slid to her waist, squeezing gently.
"Not quite so young this time," he replied, and she let out a quiet giggle, fingers brushing over the lines by his eyes before descending to the red tie, running along the length of it as she bit her lip before looking up at him.
"It’s doesn’t matter the face; you’re still you," she whispered, fingers tracing his lips lightly, smiling when he pursed them to kiss her fingertips. "You’re still my husband."