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And so Martha cried.
She cried as she floated away, towards the burning sun with a man she barely knew.
She let him hold her as she cried, as the tears fell for her mother, and for her father.
Let him smooth her hair back as she ached for her brother and even harder for her sister.
She cried because the Doctor had said he'd save her.
But, what he really meant was that he should've saved her.
And so the Doctor watched.
Watched as she floated away, towards the burning sun with… what was his name?
He didn't even know.
He watched as she fell into the man's arms and he felt as if he could feel her thoughts about her mother and her father.
Watched the man smooth her hair back and knew that she ached for her brother and even more so for her sister.
He watched because he had said he'd save her.
But, what he really meant was that he should've saved her.
And so, impossibly far away, Rose Tyler woke.
She woke with fire burned on the back of her eyelids, sweat clinging to her forehead and lips.
She woke as she cried: glimpses that couldn't be real but somehow still were clinging to her eyelashes.
Let the gentle rhythm of the falling rain match the paces of her breathing as she ached to be with him.
She woke because the Doctor had said he'd save the girl.
But, what he really meant was the he should've saved her.