"Better a broken heart than no heart at all" said The Doctor.
Kazran Sardick glared at him, accusation and hurt in his eyes. "Try it," he said. "You try it."
Try two, thought The Doctor.
Rose sat on the porch with her mug of tea, in her pyjamas and scarf, watching the snow slowly fall, listening to the silence of the city. He'd laugh, she thought. It was snowing, and for the first time in years, it wasn't because of him. The porch door slid open, and her husband stepped out, putting a warm blanket around her shoulders. He chuckled quietly, and she smiled.
In unison, they said "Real snow." They both laughed as he knelt down behind her chair and hugged her. She leaned into his arms and they stayed silent for a while. Finally, he said, "He's fine, you know. Probably out, saving another world—"
"Dining with someone else's family," she added, with little attempt to hide her bitterness.
"No. No, Rose, it's not the same. It was only ever you. I know his heart, and—"
She silenced him with a kiss. "Thank you," she said.
"Merry Christmas, Rose Tyler."
"Merry Christmas, Doctor."