Rose fell onto her bed. She could hear mother and The Doctor in the kitchen. Arguing. The Doctor would probably receive one of her mother's famous slaps. But that didn't matter to her. She glanced at her notice board. It had been knocked together by one of her mother's boyfriends. She had pinned nearly every photo she owned on it. Her, Shareen and Keshia. and Mickey. Her and Mickey at her 18th. Her and Mickey at his 18th. The Christmas party before she left. All those memories. And she'd never see him again. The Doctor had said at least he wasn't dead. Good as she had thought bitterly. He had always been so kind. He had taken her back after she ran off with Jimmy Stone. She had never appreciated him as much as he deserved. She had just left him with a hurried goodbye and dashed into a 1950's police box with an alien, who called him Ricky or Mickey the idiot. She had left him to be interrogated by the police for disappearing for a year. Then left him again. Leaving him then returning, only asking for her passport. Leaving him while the whole of Cardiff was in panic. Then finding him again. Then leaving him again. Then returning. Insulting him, saying she couldn't live his life. Asking for help to get back to the man who sent her home. Then returning home for Christmas. With a new guy who said it was the same guy. Who loved pissing him off. Then expecting him to help her stop a load of killer Christmas trees. Then running off again. A quick kiss and she was gone. Comes back after he calls her back for something mysterious. Then finding out that he was like the tin dog. When he had asked if he could join them she had acted like a spoilt brat sulking. Then he nearly died after some clockwork robots had tried to kill him. Then ending up in a parallel world. Then he had saved them. Then he finally came to his senses. And left her.
" Rose! Are you coming?" The Doctor called.
She wasn't leaving just yet.