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Chapter One: Things That Were
She still has nightmares about it sometimes. Him leaving her behind. She still sees Emergency Program One. His big-nosed, big-eared old face telling her he was dead, or about to be
She dreams of his face. His not rude, not ginger face staring at the wall between them. She could almost feel the warmth of his hand seeping through. Tears running down both their faces.
She spends such a large amount of time in the other world just staring off into space. She'll turn around thinking she saw him or the TARDIS in the corner of her eyes. But it's never real.
When she heard of Dålig Ulv Stranden, she knew she had to go there. And she did. She saw his face, heard his voice, and it was better, for a little while. But she never was quite the same.
She's not sure exactly how she gained the ability to travel between worlds, but the first time she does, she knows it's important. So she begins to plan. She sends messages whenever she can. Messages throughout time and space. They somehow remind her of something she can't remember.
When she sees him again while fighting the Daleks, she wonders why it's always the Daleks that pull them together and tear them apart.
When the Earth is saved and he takes her and his other self back to Dålig Ulv Stranden, her heart is bruised again. But with the other him there, she hopes it will learn to heal.
The last time she saw him, the real him, the original, was in a dream. They're just sitting in the TARDIS, talking, laughing, smiling. He flickers, just for an instant, and she asks what's wrong. He merely smiles. "Thank you," he says, "Rose Tyler you were fantastic." She wakes up with the memory of the smile on his face.
When she sees the good morning smile on his other face, time, she thinks, has begun to heal her after all.
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