My name is Rose Tyler. Every night, it's the same. The same dream, night after night. I still don't understand if it's fake or real.

It's always the same place, an outstretched endless beach, the wind sprinting through the air and my hair, sending a shiver down my spine. The icy cold hands of the freezing sea stretching out towards me, but not quite reaching. A swarm of deadly ragged cliffs surrounding me in a menacing circle. The sand soft and delicate under my shoes.

So much, but yet so little.

No one and nothing.

Not even him, what is this place? How could he not be here? Why am I lost, alone and afraid. A single tear falls down my cheek.

A thousand whispers taunting me and laughing at me… But what are they saying?

Bad Wolf

Bad Wolf

Bad Wolf Bay

Every time it ends there a thousand souls sneering at me, at what I've become. At what I am without him.

I awake with a gasp.

"Rose." Exclaims the Doctor concerned, his dark brown eyes filled with worry. "Are you okay? What happened?"

"Nothing…" I mumble snuggling into the curves of his body, a surge of warmth rushing through me. "Just... Just a bad wolf." I gasp. "Dream! Just a bad dream!"

He runs his fingers through my golden blonde hair and he stares at me, his eyes full of knowledge. He knows something I don't, but I don't want to know what…
For now it's just me and him, all of time and space.

I stand on a beach, tired and alone. It's my dream come to life. What was it? A prophecy? Rose represents love and unity. I used to be a rose, strong and sturdy held up by a stem, but now I've crumbled. I'm just a single rose without support.

Without him.

Without The Doctor

My name is Rose Tyler, and I am a single rose.