He called it a trick, Rose remembers. A little trick Time Lords do.
"Well, what's the rest of it?" She whispers at his prone form as she watches this new man, this stranger who claims to be someone she knew so well. "What's the counter-trick, the put-it-right trick?"
The man in the dressing gown isn't revealing anything. Her mum thinks she's lost her marbles. Rose isn't sure what to believe. Everything is different now, and all she wants is to do it all over: crash through her coffee table, race across the stars, hear him say "fantastic" one more time.