It had been a summer's day in full glory, that day in London, the year twenty-eighty. In continuation, there was not a cloud in the night's sky, as an elderly couple retired to bed that evening. The Doctor and Rose had grown old together, but nothing had faded for them. Rose sat changing into her nightgown, as the Doctor gazed out of the wide windows. She stepped up and towards him. 'Rose,' he said softly.

'Yes,' she replied.

'Do you remember that one,' he held her hand and pointed towards a faintly glimmering star in the distance.

'If you say so.' She smiled as he turned to her, lowering his glasses.

'That sun was the centre of orbit for a planet we visited once, back in our universe- I don't recall the name, forgive my shrivelled old brain.'

'Your brain? Old! Never!' Rose grinned.

'You must remember that day though. Our first kiss, well one of them. Well maybe the second. Well maybe the third. Just for that tie you bought me.'

'Yes, I see it now. The market city with the purple hills.'

'I loved you then too you know, I always did Rose.'

'I know,' she said yawning. They both crossed the room and climbed under the duvet where the rolled to face each other.

'I loved you then, & I love you now.' Rose replied, subsequently closing her eyes, and drifting into a dreamless sleep not long after.

She woke naturally the next morning, to find the doctor unstirring. She would soon join him.