Rose got ready for bed and slipped underneath the sheets. She was pulled into a dream as soon as her head hit the pillow.

"Time Lords of Gallifrey, Daleks of Skaro, I serve notice on you all. Too long I have stayed my hand. No more. Today you leave me no choice. Today, this war will end. No more. No more."

Next thing she knew was she was sitting on a chair, no… a box, she didn't feel like herself either. She was looking at an old man look out the door to a vast desert.

The man, no… the Doctor next says, "Hello? Is somebody there?"

To which she replied, "It's nothing. It's just a wolf." Now Rose knows something is wrong, she did not say that, it was her voice, and she felt her lips moving. It was almost like something else was in her head, with her. She was sure she felt something similar to this, but she's not sure when.

The man turns around, startled by her presence, and panicked by her position as he says, "Don't sit on that!"

"Why not?" she asks. He grabs a hold of her arm and lift her up. Funny for an old man he sure is strong.

"Because it's not a chair, it's the most dangerous weapon in the universe." He drags her to the door and pushes her out the door, closing it behind her.

Next thing she knows she sitting on the box again.

"Why can't it be both?" she asks. "Why'd you park so far away? Didn't you want her to see it?"

"Want who to see?"

"The TARDIS," she whispers. "You walked for miles," she said, pushing herself to a standing position and continued, "and miles and miles and miles and miles."

"I was thinking," he interrupted.

"I heard you," she stated."

"You heard me?"

For a moment she could hear John Smith say, "Rose, Rose wake up, it's just a bad dream. Please Rose, wake up." But she didn't.

"Who are you?" the Doctor asked. A sound came from the box, like gears in a clock turning. "It's activating, get out of here," he ordered, going to grab the box. A small surge of power ran through her and the box burned his hands so he couldn't touch it.

"What's wrong?" she asked. She knew what happened, she caused it. But she was humoring him at this point.

"The interface is hot," he answered.

"Well, I do my best," she commented.

"There's a power source inside," he thought aloud. Then, realization dawned on him. "You're the interface?"

"The must have told you the Moment had a conscience."

"Rose, oh Rose. I do wish you'd wake up," a woman's voice distracted her. It was her mom this time.

"It's from your past. Or possibly your future. I always get those two mixed up."

"I don't have a future," he told her.

"I think I'm called," she stopped and thought to herself, "Rose Tyler. No, yes. No, sorry, no, no, in this form I'm called… Bad Wolf. Are you afraid of the big bad wolf, Doctor?"

"Rose, please… come back to me. I miss you, it's been a week now. Please, just… get better," she heard John say to her.

The next sight she sees it her Doctors, plural. She can't help but stare at him. Same face, same amazing brown hair. Then there's another brown haired one. A young brunette stood off to the side. Rose can't help but stare at him, and she guessed the Bad Wolf couldn't control the sadness that showed on her face. He couldn't see her, he couldn't hear her… he couldn't touch her or talk to her. Her Doctor. Rose opened her eyes to the white ceiling she looked to every night as she stayed awake. Tears escaped her eyes and for a moment she didn't realize that John Smith was talking to her and hugging her. She was in shock. Her forever with the Doctor was once again taken from her. A third time. And no matter how many times it happened, it killed her inside every time.