Rose Tyler used to dream of the stars. She would dream that she was rising up, up above her mundane human life of beans on toast, chips and telly, up high into the dizzying depths of space, flying free past Suns, Moons and Planets.

Then one day she was. She met an amazing man called the Doctor. The man who had a time ship that was bigger on the inside, who could cheat death by changing his face and who opened her eyes to the wonders of the universe. The man who took her hand and told her to "Run!"

She loved him and this wanderer, this lonely god, he loved her too. His pink and yellow human who saved his life in more ways than one, who absorbed the time vortex and promised him forever. These people would run hand in hand, across the sky and their love, though never spoken of until it was too late, was clear for all too see. Their love was so bright and shining and it was passed down in so many myths and legends on so many planets right across the universe that we're bound to hear of them sooner and later.

The Doctor and Rose. They didn't need any more description than that. That's who they were. The Doctor and Rose. Neither should be without the other.