"What's the matter, love?"
Rose looked at the Doctor-now John Smith- and, like always, she felt a pang of sadness. This man, she loved him, but there was a man out there beyond the stars, that she would always love more, no matter what his face looked like.
"I thought I saw something on the wall." She said, dog-earring her book. "It's nothing." He shrugged and went back to his writing. She glanced at the wall again, feeling uneasy. Her head was throbbing, and she could almost sense something in the room with them.
She remembered the last time she had this feeling-when she was wandering this universe alone in her pain, waiting, watching, for a sign of HIS return. She had felt it first on satellite five- the all knowing power, the knowledge that she alone had the power to rewrite history, that she had the power to save the man in front of her- she had felt it again and had known that the stars were going out and the danger was near.
Bad Wolf. It took over her mind, whispered in her dreams, murmured thing s she could, but shouldn't, understand. And now, as she sat in her tiny flat with the clone of the only man who held her heart completely, a crack appeared in the wall.
And the Bad Wolf bared it's teeth and snarled.