This is a one shot sequel to my Letters To fanfictions, so if you haven't read those, I very much urge you to read those first. If any of you were wondering why the Doctor didn't just take the TARDIS through and get Rose, the crack wasn't big enough. That's my excuse, anyway. Enjoy.

The Doctor sat up in bed, having been woken suddenly from a dreamless sleep. Something was wrong. He quickly got his shoes on and started sprinting to the control room. Something was very, very, wrong. And for some reason, this made him happier than he'd been in a long time.

He paced around the TARDIS control room when he got there, running his hands through his hair. He couldn't pinpoint where it was coming from, this complete wrongness that made him so elated. It was like something important was misshapen. Something that should never under any circumstances be anything but normal was irregular. His pace sped up as he thought of everything it could be. It was like a

The Doctor stopped with a suddeness that threatened to tip him over. Crack. It was like a crack in the universe.

And the Doctor knew just what to do with it.

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Rose sighed as she sifted through the paperwork in her tiny office at Torchwood. God, but it was boring work. Sometimes she honestly felt like she was drowning in it. It would be all right, though. With the hours she was putting in, promotion would soon be in order. Finally, some field work. Rose smiled dreamily as she imagined the adventures she would have once she finally worked her way out of the cubicle. Aliens, space, saving the earth. It wouldn't be anything like what she'd had with the Doctor-

And Rose's face fell. She carefully laid down the papers and covered her eyes, trying to block out the stream of memories running through her mind, her foot absentmindedly nudging the box of letters under her desk. God, it never ended, did it? Not a hour went by without her thinking of him. Even her dreams were full of the Doctor. Rose sighed, thinking of the expression of his face at Bad Wolf Bay, right before he faded away. The love and hurt mixed all into one expression.

And then, through her fingers, she caught a glimpse of a blurred golden light, pale but intensifying. She took her hands off her eyes to see a glowing rectangular shape materializing on her desk. Rose almost tipped her chair over in her hurry to back up, but the shape didn't seem to be harmful. It did have an effect on the air, though. Sheafs of paper fluttered though the air though there wasn't any breeze. Bit by bit, the shape came into focus. Rose frowned with confusion as the rectangle was revealed to be a stack of paper. This wasn't fresh from the store paper, though. This had been written on, there were finger marks from where it had been tightly gripped. And Rose glimpsed evidence of tears on the sides of the stack.

Rose cautiously edged up to it, and gingerly took the top piece of paper in her hand. She relaxed when it didn't burn or hurt.

And then Rose saw the scrawled writing on the front of the paper.

It read, "To: Rose From: Doctor".

Rose left caution behind as she quickly tore into the stack, reading letter after letter. It didn't take long till she was crying, the tears streaking down her face and adding to the dried splotches marring the letters. When she was done, she held them tightly to her chest.

"Oh, Doctor. My Doctor." Was all she could say.