This is a small little drabble I came up with, not sure about it but I thought I'd see how it was received. Might be more where that came from, depends if my muse comes back off strike.
65 years after saying goodbye and Rose Tyler had grown old. She had got married, had children, grandchildren and she even had great grandchildren. Rose's hair was no longer blond, or its natural brown. Her Mum and Dad had passed away, Mickey was gone as well. The running had stopped long ago, when her body could not push itself to that limit. There were no longer Zeppelins in the sky, and Torchwood was not a secret organisation any more. Aliens were an accepted sight on the streets of the Earth. Global warming had been contained and World War 3 had occurred.
In all this change, three things had remained the same with Rose Tyler. Her tongue would still peek out of the side of her mouth when she gave a true smile. She loved any sort of adventure, even if it was only trying to guess what today's dinner was supposed to be, and Rose wore a chain around her neck that had been there as long as anyone had known her. It still held the key that a wonderful friend had given to her as proof that he would not leave her, and her answer was still the same cryptic response that she had given to the first person to ask her about the key.
"If I can't give him the forever I promised, at least I can give him my lifetime."
Please R and R.