I take the words. I scatter them, in time and space...

and they shot out

gold and glittering through the galaxies

spelling her name in a parking lot

a space station

the milky way

spreading outward and back through time

as from the epicenter of an earthquake

the power that was Rose

the Bad Wolf

her name carved in canyons and valleys of distant moons

places she had never been and never would be

written on the side of the TARDIS

and inside the TARDIS

written underneath the console

where the Doctor never looked

through and through the waters of alien worlds

shattering the connection between a planet and its sun; the oceans

shaping the letters in another language

a language of weeping

then freezing

the planet he would take her to never knowing

the continent they saw

it was her weeping

the testament to their future loss