1.12-1.13 Bad Wolf/The Parting of Ways

It had all happened so fast.

They'd been on the TARDIS, laughing at their close scrape in Kyoto. Then she'd been on the GameStation, playing a deadly game of trivia on 198,000 years of history that she'd missed. Then she'd been on a Dalek ship. Then the Doctor and Jack had come for her, and they'd been back on the GameStation, preparing to save the world, just like they always did.

Like they always did.

And then he'd sent her home. After all they'd been through, everything they'd been to each other, he'd lied to her, and packed her off with nothing but a hologram to tell her goodbye.

She'd been back in London. Then she'd been back on the TARDIS. Then she'd… she couldn't remember. But then it had all been okay. She'd come to on the console room floor, and the Doctor had saved the day, and it was all going to be fine.

And then… then he'd burned.

It had all happened so fast.

Rose stood, staring, devastated, paralyzed by shock and grief and disbelief. She'd never even told him she loved him. She thought he knew, but she'd never said. She had been going to save him. She knew that she had gone back to save him.

She hadn't saved him.

The Doctor was dead, and a stranger was standing on the TARDIS in his place.

The Doctor was dead.

She'd run away with a strange man with a blue box. She'd fought aliens and met Charles Dickens and danced on an invisible spaceship tethered to Big Ben during the London blitz. She'd been backwards and forwards and to the very ends of the Earth and she had fallen in love with a beautiful, broken man who had let her into his carefully guarded heart and she had found a family and a home and now it was all gone.

It had all happened so fast.