The TARDIS was on random; neither of the two adventurers knew what was beyond the doors. It was more fun that way.
The first footstep in the fresh snow outside was always what Rose enjoyed the most. She loved the snow. Her heart would grow bigger every time the doctor took her somewhere where it was snowing.
But this snow was different. It wasn't white and beautiful like the kind that Rose had grown to love. It was red. So red that the doctor's converse were hidden the moment he stepped outside.
"Doctor, why is the snow red?" The girl's voice was shaky and uncertain. Only because she already had an idea what it was that made the snow that color.
No more than ten feet away was a body; a terrible, mutilated corpse.
The doctor stepped forward and reached for his sonic screwdriver. The buzzing noise flooded the silence for a few seconds and then it was gone. "Well, whoever did this they were definitely human. Look there, you can see fingerprints in the blood." He turned around to face Rose. Her face showing clear discomfort and disgust. "Rose, calm down. Things like this happen every day. Shhh," His hands wrapped wound her shoulders and became intertwined in her hair.
"It's not that. It's just, well, he died alone."
The tears came down harder after she said that. But they weren't her own, they were his.
"You're right. No one deserves to die alone."