"Planet Earth. This is where I was born. And this is where I died. For the first nineteen years of my life nothing happened. Nothing at all, not ever. And then I met a man called The Doctor, a man who could change his face. And he took me away from home in his magical machine. He showed me the whole of time and space. I thought it would never end…"

"How long are you going to stay with me?"
"Forever"

"That's what I thought. But then came the army of ghosts; then came Torchwood and the war. And that's when it all ended. This is the story of how I died…"

'Roooooose' I heard him scream, as my last three fingers slipped from the lever. That's it, I'm going to die. But that's okay. I died helping him, saving the world with The Doctor, and for that I'll be eternally grateful.

'Roooooooose' it almost sounded like it was in slow motion. These were the longest moments of my life. I was being ripped apart from the one person I had ever truly loved, and destiny felt the need to slow it down. It was almost too cruel to be true.

I could feel my body being sucked away into the void, into hell, by some invisible force. I was reaching my hand towards the doctor's outstretched arm, trying to pull me in. I knew he wouldn't be able to save me now, but I needed to reach for him, I needed all the atoms of my existence to be close to the doctor for as long as I could manage. I need him.

His face was the picture of pure agony, and anger. His blood curdling screams of my name, shouting out loud for me, were echoing in the bare white room. I could see his eyes had changed from the warm, chocolately brown shade, which had once been so deep, now looked cold, empty, almost a reflection of the barren room I was ever so rapidly being pulled from. The Doctor knew my time was up. Our time was up, the end of The Doctor and Rose.

A noise erupted a few seconds after The Doctor's last call of my name. A strange sound, as if space itself was being manipulated, and was fighting to resist. I could feel something appear behind me. More of a someone, really. You know those moments when you can't see someone, but you know they're there? I glanced at my Doctor, who was now silent. His face held an expression I almost couldn't name. Almost hope, because now, I wouldn't be pulled into the void where I almost certainly would have died. A million Daleks, thousands of Cybermen, there really wasn't any hope of survival.

I could feel my saviour gripping me tightly, his arms wrapped around me, and then, the room was slightly different, the lighting was off however it was still bare and white but now The Doctor no longer occupied it.

'BRING ME BACK!' I screamed, banging the wall I knew The Doctor was behind, in this parallel world.

'Bring me back' but I knew it was hopeless. A wasted effort. All my tears and anger coming out in one big choke.

'It's stopped working.' my father stated, 'He did it – he closed the breach.' I'm pretty sure I heard someone scream 'no' and I'm pretty sure it was me, but all I remember is breaking down in tears. Mum, dad and Mickey remained silent. I guess there was nothing they could say, they stood there motionless; for what could they do to consolidate me?

I knew I should be thankful that I was saved, from what a few seconds ago, would have been my last. I owed my saviour, my father a 'thank you' but honestly, I wouldn't have meant it. Because in saving my life, he had taken me away from my Doctor. In all fairness, he wouldn't have known of my preference of death, than living without him. Living a life of work, and chips. A life where nothing extraordinary happens, like the first nineteen years of my life. Hadn't I told Mum, so many times, hadn't I shown her that I couldn't live without him? Shouldn't she have known? Can't she remember a year ago, when The Doctor sent me back from, that I had to find my way back to him. I would give my life for him because he gave his life for me. He changed his face to save my life. He kissed me and absorbed the time vortex. Hardly romantic, some might think, but what's more romantic than a kiss that could save the life of the person you loved?

I placed my ear to the wall, searching for a sign that The Doctor was there, almost believing he was. I couldn't see him, but I knew that on this other world, he would be doing the same thing, longing for me, listening for me on his side of the wall.