She was terrified that Maia wouldn't want her anymore.
The kettle started to whistle, and Rose glanced over at it before pulling a mug out of the cabinet. "Bollocks," she cursed softly. "I mean, honestly. How am I supposed to tell her that I nearly died, the Doctor sent me back to mum, but oh, I couldn't have that, so I took the Heart of the Tardis into me, and on top of destroying an entire race of Daleks, I brought Jack back to life. And then there's the Sicorax invasion, and the trip to New New York, and that whole endeavour. Oh, and by the way, Maia, the Doctor and I defeated a werewolf. An alien werewolf. Right, yes. That's a conversation that'll go over smashingly." And how would she explain the whole regeneration, as well? Because the Doctor she had pictures of how wasn't the same Doctor she'd shown Maia before.
Blowing a few strands of hair out of her face, she sighed again and set about fixing her tea.
"Stupid time travel. Stupid being in love. Stupid me," Rose said, feeling defeated.
She really needed to talk to Maia.