I walked along the shoreline, looking for some kind of sign. The Doctor had been calling to me in my dreams and I had followed his voice to this place. I was in Norway and I was waiting for the Doctor.

In a few moments, the Doctor appeared. He was transparent; whatever he was using to come through to this parallel Earth wasn't working right.

"Where are you?" I asked.

"Inside the TARDIS. There's one tiny little gap in the universe left, just about to close. And it takes a lot of power to send this projection; I'm in orbit around a supernova." He paused for a moment and smiled. "I'm burning up a sun just to say goodbye."

Goodbye. I hated that word. It seemed so final. There just had to be a way that I could get back to him.

"You look like a ghost." I said, trying to ignore the hated word the Doctor had used.

"Hold on." He said. He made an adjustment to his sonic screwdriver, pointed it to his right, and activated it. He finished and turned back to me as he faded completely into the world.

I walked forward until I was standing right in front of him. I went to touch his face as I asked, "Can I touch?"

He shook his head. "I'm still just an image. No touch."

So I wouldn't even be able to touch him until I got back to him. I wasn't going think about never being able to touch him again.

I asked, "Can't you come through properly?"

He said, "The whole thing would fracture. Two universes would collapse."

"So?" I said, disappointed.

He smiled at me. I missed his smile so much. He looked around as he said, "Where are we? Where did the gap come out."

"We're in Norway."

"Norway, right."

"We're about fifty miles out of Bergen. It's called Dårlig ulv stranden."

He interrupted me, his voice sharp. "Dalek?"

"Dårlig. It's Norwegian for bad." I smiled a little. "This place translates to 'Bad Wolf Bay'."

He smiled. I was sure he was thinking that it just figured that would be the name of the place the gap appeared.

I tried to hold back my emotions as I asked, "How long have you got?"

"About two minutes." He said quietly.

I looked away for a moment. "I can't think of what to say."

He watched me for a moment before looking back behind me. "You've still got Mr. Mickey then."

I looked back at the Doctor. "There's five of us now. Mum, Dad, Mickey, and the baby." I trailed off towards the end, gaging his reaction.

"You're not?"

The look on his face told me what I needed to know. I couldn't tell him. He was already losing me, even if it was just temporary in my mind, and I wasn't going to add the loss of his child to his pain. So I told him part of the truth.

"No, it's Mum. She's three months gone; more Tylers on the way."

I hated lying to him. I was the one three months along; Mum was only two months.

He seemed to accept what I told him. "And what about you?"

"Yeah, I'm back working in the shop."

"Oh, good for you." He almost laughed.

"Shut up. No, I'm not." The emotions were getting hard to hold back and my voice started to break. "The Torchwood on this planet's open for business. Think I know a thing or two about aliens."

He smiled again. "Rose Tyler, defender of the Earth."

I smiled back at him.

The Doctor became more serious and looked up a little. "You're dead officially, back home. So many people died that day and you've gone missing." He paused for a moment. "You're on the list of the dead."

A few tears fell down my face.

He looked back at me. "And here you are, living a life day after day. One adventure I can never have." He was beginning to have trouble keeping back his emotions as well.

I started to cry; my question had to be answered. "Am I ever gonna see you again?"

His face fell a little as he quietly said, "You can't."

So I really was never going to see him again. I started crying more. "What are you gonna do?"

He tried to laugh and failed at the attempt. "Oh, I've got the TARDIS. Same old life, last of the Time Lords."

I managed to ask, "On your own?"

He nodded at me.

"I..." I couldn't quite get the words out before a wave a sadness hit me and I turned my face away. But I was determined to tell the Doctor this before I lost him. I looked back him and tried to compose myself. "I love you."

He smiled widely. "Quite right, too." He paused before saying, "And I suppose..." He stopped speaking again.

He took a breath. "If it's my last chance to say it..."

The Doctor looked me in the eye and smiled. "Rose Tyler--"

And he was gone. Forever. I was never going to see him again. The tears finally broke through my emotional walls and I began sobbing.

That was about six months ago. And right now I was in a hospital room, holding my child. Our child. His little girl who he would never see: Maris Memory Tyler.