AN: This is set just before the final scene in New Earth. Cassandra wonders about her impact during her life as she begins to fix Rose up for the party.
The Lady Cassandra walked around the TARDIS wardrobe in wonder. All those clothes, oddments, hats and wigs, it was more than she could ever have imagined to possess. Turning to Rose her lips were tilted in a smile, her skin growing paler, the tattoos standing out. They were all so alien, and now she fitted in. Picking up a black robe, she pulled it on over herself. Well, she was attending the closest she would get to a funereal. Her mind wandered as she pointed for Rose to sit. Who would mourn for the last of the humans? Anyone she knew before was long gone, having let themselves wither away and die. Picking up a comb, her mind turned to the children she never had, lovers she denied, all in the quest for her perfection. Her fingers tracing through Rose's hair, she began to style it. There was no place for her on this world any more.