(Excerpt from Rose's Hand written)
I love you.
Let me write that first.
I'll most likely never have a chance to say that to you both.
And that's what I'm afraid of.
I love you all.
I love you both.
I love you.
...
Now.
Death.
I'm going to die.
My Mom, your Grandma, tried getting me out of death by me leaving the Doctor.
Your Father.
...
I should've run away like he told me to.
I should've taken everyone's advice.
...
But. He was so lonely.
You ought to have seen his face. With his big ears and his sarcastic, lovely grin.
With his fantastic puffy hair. And his Police Box.
He's the one who offered me a new world.
Of having a taste of a new type of freedom.
Of having a new life.
I don't ever regret taking his hand.
...
I've stood by his side
He saved universe, whole planets, people!
Wherever he went, Goodness surrounded him.
But with his good, came also great evil.
He attracted death. It surrounded him like gnats.
But for what he's done. What he loss.
The Doctor is selfless.
Just remember.
Your Dad is a Hero, and so was your Mum.
With me growing ill every day, please know I only want you both to be safe.
And I'm sorry that you'll never have a chance to see him either.
I love you.
I know he would've loved you both also.
To Kirk. To Gallifrey.
We love you.