The most extravagant chandelier greeted her in the huge hallway. Wooded floors, bright pearl walls and expensive paintings. That feeling in Rose's chest started to grow. She considered turning back; but, of course, fearless Rose headed on in. Was this Erwin Smith even here yet?

She saw the kitchen on her left. Fully stocked. Rose wondered if breakfast was in the plans for the morning.

"Hello? Erwin?" Rose saw what appeared to be the living room light on. Blimey, this was like a house.

Rose went to the archway. She paused, listening to the piano music and could see the evening turning into night outside. There was a celebration tonight. Fireworks lit up the sky, and would for another ten minutes. The city was beautiful from this view. She forgot about her fuck of the night and walked to the window. If only he was there to see this with her. Oh, her heart almost ached. Why did she torture herself like this?

"Rose."

She froze. What that her imagination? Did she just hear Rose instead of Paige? She turned around and about lost the strength in her knees.

Time stood still. Her heart seemed to heal up in that moment. There he was. Standing there, against the TARDIS. He had obviously been crying, but there was happiness in his eyes. Pain in his face. How long had it been for him?

Rose exhaled very slowly.

He smiled. He was wearing that damn pinstriped brown suit. Red trainers. She felt her TARDIS key get warm on her chest.

"I wasn't quite sure how to break this to you. That I was here. I wanted to make this a special night." He still hadn't moved from his spot.

Behind her, Rose heard the cheering of the crowd from the fireworks. Were they cheering for her? For them?

Rose broke out in a smile and ran to the Doctor. It had been far too long.

"Doctor!" she cried out, embracing him. He cried out and wrapped his arms around her, picking her up and turning around in a couple of circles. Was this real? It couldn't be. He said it wasn't possible. Tears ran down both of their faces. He put her down, but didn't let her go.

Rose was sobbing. How long had he been here? How did he know where to…. Oh no. Oh no, oh no. Rose was glad he couldn't see her face as she realized how the Doctor knew to bring her here.

"Have you been spying on me?" she was her first question.

"I've been spying on Paige, if that's what you mean." He could smell the mix of perfume and men's deodorant on her. His hearts quickened. He smelled her. Finally.

"But it's alright. I'm not mad, Rose." He stroked her cheek and pulled hack to look at her. "I missed you. And I needed to tell you something." She froze up. Was he going to say it? This had to be a dream. But the Doctor smiled.

"Rose Tyler –"