"Bad Wolf Girl, I could kiss you!"
"Sorry, did you just say: Bad Wolf?"
Bad Wolf, my Bad Wolf.
She brought out my best and my worst and now, she was here. On the worst day of my life.
'Course right now I don't know what meaning those words have, but I will. One day, those words will bring confusion, hope, and then loss. And currently, I was feeling all three.
Confusion as to why The Moment had chosen Bad Wolf as a form of consciousness.
Hope, because the last time that Bad Wolf was used, Rose and I were reunited.
And loss, because I realise now that only my forgotten incarnation can see her and hear her. I wonder what she looked like, did she look like Rose? Did she still do the tongue and tooth grin that drove me wild? Did she sound the same? Oh, how I missed that lovely voice.
I think he had motioned right beside me too, we were so close - yet so very far.
And what was it that he'd said? That he could kiss her?