Another room materialised before my eyes.
A room I recognised.
A room with golden walls.
A room with a man standing in the middle of it.
My Doctor.
"Rose," he whispered.
"Doctor, Doctor I thought i'd never see you ag- what?"
Hermione had squeezed my hand.
"He can't hear you, Rose."
"What?! But,- but you said you'd take me back to him!"
The Doctor stood forlornly n the middle of the room, " I miss you Rose."
" I asked if you'd like to see him again, which is different."
"You little BIT-"
"Rose you can go back to him on one condition."
"And what's that then, miss clever-arse?"
" Help me."