Rose gasped then spun around. Her heart sped up, her breathing heavy. "Don't do that! I told you not to scare me." She turned back to the mirror and continued to wash her face. "What do you want? I have to make breakfast for a pack of wolves."
"I miss you, Rose."
She turned off the faucet and wiped her face with the fresh towel. Rose paused as she put the towel down, her hand resting on it for a moment. She turned back around to face the man in her bathroom, but didn't say a word.
"I miss you," the man said again.
"No you don't. I miss you." Rose fought the tears that wanted to come so bad. She was looking at The Doctor, but she knew she was just imagining him. He walked over to her slowly, his eyes sad. When he reached her, he put his hand on her face, wiping a small tear from her cheek. Just then there was a knock on the door. Rose and The Doctor looked simultaneously to it then back at each other. "Don't-" Rose said as he disappeared. She took a deep breath, trying to control her emotions. "I'll be right out," she called.
"Rose, are you alright?" It was John at the door.
"Fine."
"I can make breakfast if you're not feeling well."
"I said I'm fine." With that, Rose swung open the door and pushed past John. She walked into the kitchen and took out some eggs and milk, avoiding the stares of her family. As she broke some eggs into a bowl and started to mix them rather angrily, John pulled her away and made her look into his eyes. "I'm fine, John," Rose said. The tears began to come again.
"Go back to bed," he whispered. "There's obviously something wrong with you. If you don't want to talk about it, fine. Just get some more rest." He kissed Rose on the head, but she pulled away.
"Rose, what's the matter?" Jackie said worriedly. She got up from where she was sitting and walked over to her distressed daughter. At this point Rose was hysterically crying.
"It's him, Mum!" Rose cried, pointing to John. "I can't stand to look at him anymore!"
"Rose, what on earth are you talking about?" Jackie said surprisingly.
"None of you understand!" Rose shouted. "You don't know how hard it is to look at the face of the man you love every day, and every day you think it's really him, but then you find out it's not."
"Rose Tyler!" John said forcefully. He looked at her until she made eye contact with him. "You promised me you would forget him. You told me honestly that you loved me, that I was the same as him. Rose, I'm almost the same person as him!"
"Yeah, almost," Rose whispered. She broke eye contact with John, grabbed her parka from the coat rack by the front door, and just walked right out. She slammed the door shut, causing everyone in the kitchen to jump slightly. John stared at the door for a moment, and then began to pull his own coat on, ready to catch her before she did something stupid.
Mickey jumped up to stop him. "Better not mate. Just give her some space."
Jackie chimed in. "She'll come back before it gets dark, John."
He wasn't convinced, but he took his coat off anyway and went to his bedroom. He locked the door behind him and stayed there for the rest of day, waiting for Rose to come home.
She never did.