"Rose Tyler. It's a shame to have to call you that still. Can't really call you Rose Doctor. Well, I could but it's not exactly- Then again, now that I hear it out loud...would you like that? Rose Doctor. You know, it does sort of roll off the tongue doesn't it."

The Doctor came in from his visit to the market holding two brown paper grocery bags. "Sorry, they didn't have bottled pomegranate juice here. I really should've considered that before landing in 1910 but you know, hindsight and all that. We'll go somewhere else. Oh! We'll go to the Himalaya's, pick fresh pomegranate and I will juice them myself. You talk about healthy, Rose Doctor, that's healthy. See what I did there? Works doesn't it? I think it works.

Rose was flushed from rushing around, trying remove as many of the roses as possible while he was out. Even now there was still about half a room full.

"Sorry, what are you talkin about?" She said, out of breath and a little concerned about what would happen when they left a dumpster full of neon roses in the early 1900's.

"Either your name or pomegranate juice. Well, no. Your name and pomegranate juice but its fine. I have a plan. It's a better plan."

"What's that about my name?" Rose asked, only just then realizing what he had called her and tried to control the tremors in her stomach.

"Rose Doctor? Well, Rose Tyler Doctor if you like. I'm sorry I don't have a proper surname to give you but Rose Tyler doesn't confer the fact that you're mine now." He told her, grinning as he pulled her into his arms.

"Mrs. Rose Doctor? No? Fine. Just Mrs. then? Okay, just be sure you keep that ring on your finger visible as all times." He said, holding her hand up as he spoke.

"Rose! Where's your ring?!"

"My- Your- Mrs. What?!" Rose's head was already spinning from the perfume of all the roses and now this was just the final straw. Before she knew it she had burst into tears.

"Rose? Oh, it's alright, love. We'll find it or get a new one. Don't cry." He soothed, rubbing her back in circles. It only made her feel worse though. She felt like he was right there but so far from her.

"But-but I mi- miss you!" She choked out, somewhere in the back of her mind thinking how great a hankie would be right then.

"You always gave me your hankie!" Rose said nonsensically pushing away the one he immediately offered.

"Rose, sweetheart? You're ill, you need sleep, yeah? How about that? Come on, let's just get you to your bed so you can have a nice lie down and feel better."

"NO!" Rose shouted out. He couldn't see her room with all the flowers missing. There was no telling what he would do or say about that while he was so out of himself.

"Okay, no napping. Got it. Fine, you just sit down then and i'll get you a tea. How's that? A proper cuppa tea. I promise it won't taste a bit like your mum makes it." He offered desperately.

Despite herself, Rose let out a small, hysterical laugh.

"Yep. That's a go. Be right back."

Rose sat still and tried to calm herself, wiping her nose on her sleeve and trying to clear what must be a mascara river from her face. "You will come back though, won't you?" She asked when he was out of earshot.

"TARDIS? I am on the right track, yeah? He's actin bit more and a bit less mad at the same time. It's so weird, but I need to know, do I need anything else to help him? Like, any kind of medicine or is just getting rid of the roses enough?" She asked, quietly so that he wouldn't catch it.

The screen in front of her lit up once and shut down again, then a few minutes later lit up with a picture on it this time.

"What is... No way. You can't be serious. But that's poison isn't it?" Rose wondered, getting up and standing just in front of the screen.

"No, love. I told you, it's nothin like your mum's tea." The Doctor smirked, just walking through the entryway and holding out her tea to her.

"Doctor, forget the pomegranates. I want to meet Santa instead." Rose told him with a very serious expression.

"Sorry?" He asked, totally taken aback.

"Yeah. Never met 'im. You know, when you're, well, when human kids go at Christmas and meet Santa and tell him what they wish for? I never did. S'like a um... like a bucket list thing for me. So, can we go?" Rose explained as he looked at her like she'd gone mad.

"Uh...yeah, yeah, sure thing. Let's go meet Santa. Wait, you don't mean the real one do you?"