2.13-2.14 Army of Ghosts/Doomsday

"I will always, ALWAYS come back for you," he promised her. "Do you believe me?"

Rose stared at the blank white wall. She sat for five and a half hours, her face streaked with mascara, her eyes unfocused, but unable to leave. She sat for five and a half hours, and then she sat for a few more, just to be sure. After all, he had promised her. He had promised.

He didn't come back for her.

Eventually, she gave in to her mother's pleading, and allowed Mickey's reassuring arm around her shoulder to guide her as she stumbled out of the nightmarish white room and toward a world that wasn't her world; a world where she didn't belong.

He hadn't come back for her, so she would have to go back for him.

She'd done it before.

Rose straightened her back and walked with more confidence. She had work to do.