Rose and the Duplicate Doctor sat silently on the balcony of Torchwood One with their legs dangling over the edge. Rose traced a finger tenderly against the upraised roof tiles.
Behind them, scores of fireworks cascaded into the distance with a loud whumm noise, the light spreading out against the darkness of the evening.
"Docta, do you think he ever remembers us." Rose whispered quietly.
The Doctor sighed, lacing his fingers to pattern with hers. "All the time."
"But how can you know?" Rose cried. "Somewhere what if he's looking up at the same sky and thinking of us?"
"Rose." The Doctor said, sighing and squeezing his eyes shut, the image of the bright light still burning behind his eyes. "He will be okay. Somewhere out there, he's having adventures, he changed and I felt it. Something although I'm not sure what changed him. He doesn't need us, not anymore."
They watched the remaining fireworks fizzle out of space.