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I'd been all over looking for that dress. I mean, all over. Humans are always saying that: "I went everywhere looking for that top/shirt/shoes." But what they mean is, they trawled up and down the local high street a few times before settling for it. I actually had been all over; I'd finally found it in Milan in 2012. Apparently red will be all the fashion then.

I'd been the one to rescue Rose in her dream. Her eyes when she'd opened them had said that much. It was me, not him, not her Doctor. Me. There had been a moment when I thought she was going to fall into my arms, right before a barrier had come up again and she'd pulled away. I didn't know why; maybe it had been a shock to her that it had been me she'd been running to all this time. I knew why she'd shouted at me though. I was going to have to do a lot more than buy her a dress to make up for scaring her like that and going away. I'd come back, but she hadn't known I would do that.

So now I was waiting for her outside her flat. I'd said be ready by seven; it was seven forty-five, but what had I expected really? Rose was incapable of ever getting ready quickly. Still, it wasn't like the time mattered much; I was sure where we were going would still be there in half an hour.

The door to her flat opened.

"What do you think?" She stepped out. Her voice was challenging me to criticise her.

What could I say but what I felt? "You look lovely. I mean it, Rose. You look… lovely."

She blushed slightly and a smile crept across her face. "Thanks. You, you could have made an effort!" she said, slapping my arm lightly. "You're still wearing that tatty old thing!"

I looked down at my suit and smiled. "Yeah, well. When you're as good looking as me… you can pull anything off!" I offered her my arm. "So, are we ready then?"

She slipped her arm through mine and nodded. "Yeah. I guess. Where are we going?"

"You'll see."

"Oh, God, I hate it when you're all mysterious like this!" She rolled her eyes expressively. "It usually means we're off somewhere where we'll get killed or something!"

"Nope. No killing tonight." I was adamant on that point. If the TARDIS dared to take us back to a time when we'd have to wrestle something off our heads, we would be having serious words. Quite apart from anything, I'd already gone to a hell of a lot of trouble to set our destination up. And tonight wasn't a night for running and escaping; it was night for laughing and lots and lots of dancing.

She was circling round the control panel, playing with the folds of her dress. I was more than a bit pleased with my choice of dress; red suited her. Every time my eyes landed on her, I found myself grinning involuntarily.

"What?" She shot me a half-aggressive look.

"Nothing." I smiled and looked down.

"What were you looking at?" she demanded, coming over. "What's wrong? Have I got toothpaste round my mouth or something?" She dapped at her mouth anxiously.

"No! Nothing like that. You look…" I grinned again. "Wonderful. Lovely. Perfect…" I tried to think up some other adjective.

"Fantastic?" she suggested in a small voice.

"Yes." I nodded. "That too."

Her face had clouded over in sadness for a second, before she regained her smile. "Good. Flattery will get you everywhere."

"Really?" I raised my eyebrows teasingly.

"Really." She leaned on the panel next to me. "So where exactly are we going?"

"Ah, that's a surprise."

"Oh come on! Just a little clue!"

"Nope. Not even a riddle." I shook my head firmly. How would I even explain it to her anyway? She'd think I was crazy. I probably was. I just wanted to make her happy so much. I just wanted her to look at me the way she'd looked at him, the way she'd looked at me when she'd woken up. This had to work.