He chuckled darkly, "Of course not," Yet his eyes defied his words. They watched the illuminated screen intently, darting over the dark blur..

She'd been discovered, and he hadn't been there to protect her. Rose Tyler. His Rose.

The man repeated his question again, blocking his view. "Do you love her, Holmes?"

"Yes," the detective whispered softly, "just let me live long enough to tell her that."

The lights burned his eyes, and he looked around frantically. They took it! they took his sonic! He yelled in anger, rattling the chair he was strapped to.

Suddenly, a screen blared to life in front of him. There she was, the girl he'd been tearing universes apart to find: Rose Tyler.

A voice spoke-up behind him, "Do you love her, Doctor?" The question was simple. Yet, he knew he'd been running from it forever. It was his turn to run to it.

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, the dark figure eyeing him with keen intrigue.

"Yes," he whispered, "just let me live long enough to tell her that."