Rose
He just sat there, on the floor next to the console, thinking about her. Everything was gone, she was gone. If only she was with him now, in his arms, that's all he wanted, his Rose. He had never thought about it before, how much she meant to him. He'd never felt like this about someone before, love, maybe? No, so much more than that. Something special, he couldn't think of a word to describe it.
He realised that he was crying now, tears dripping onto the cold metal floor. He didn't stop; there was nobody here anyway .Alone again. The TARDIS felt so different without her, so empty. He had gotten used to her always being there, her excitement when he told her where they were going next, he would grab her hand and they would run, but there was no Rose to hold his hand now.
But there had to be a way, he though, getting up from the floor. There must beā¦another rift? where? He didn't know. It could be anywhere in the universe, he'd better start searching now; he wasn't going to give up until he found her.
