I stalked up the walkway and past a protesting Tony, past a protesting Martha and took the staircase three at a time to get to her. I opened the door with a creak and there she was - Rose Tyler. Defender of the Earth, the Pride of Powell.. and the woman I loved more than life itself.
Her dazzling blonde hair had gone mostly white now. Laugh, thought and worry lines crisscrossed her beautiful features. Her breathing was labored, shallow, and I knew there wasn t much time.
So I took a seat beside the bed and raised one of her hands to my lips for a gentle kiss. Her eyes opened, tracked, look to mine and froze. The last time she d seen me, I had porcupine hair and a ready grin. Now, not so much. But somehow, still, that steel trap mind of hers knew it was me.
Her voice had been reduced to a faint whisper when she could muster enough strength to use it. So I shushed an attempt to speak by holding her as close as I dare. So much I wanted to say, but words would have been an insult just then. So hold her close I did.
When the end came, I was still holding her hand. Those beautiful, amazing eyes slid closed one last time. Medical attendants stormed in, but I knew it was too late.
At that point I felt two sensations in quick succession - one second, it felt as if a block of ice sat dead center of my chest. The next - sharp little explosions, one for each heart. I slumped against Rose, my own life fleeing and there we both lay. The Doctor and Rose, together for eternity now.
Geronimo.