Years ago, the Doctor had met Beethoven. He had always marvelled at his work, how a human could write such beautiful and moving music. When he had left he had taken with him a signed copy of Moonlight Sonata. He had taught himself to play it and had marvelled at its beauty and power. But only now did he appreciate its true meaning, the story behind it. It was about love, unrequited love. And while his love for Rose had not been unrequited, it might as well have been. He took no action because he was a coward and now he had to pay the price. So he sat in the music room, alone at the piano, fingers dancing across the keys, playing the timeless melody. Tears fell down his face but he didn't stop. He was completely wrapped up in the music which displayed his feelings more than any words could. And as he played the final chords, he knew he could never forget Rose, not when her memory was forever linked to that beautiful piece which expressed his feelings oh so very well.