Rose doesn't die in this one, unfortunately. But it's fun, you decide what you want to happen at the end of the story!
It was her lunch break, so Rose walked through the main street to the bakery for a sandwich. It was as she passed the newsagents that she saw it.
There was a police box at the end of the road!
"It's been a while since we saw a police box here," a passerby said, but Rose ignored him as she's a rude chav. Rose dashed over and observed as a man stepped out. He did not look like the Doctor, but judging by the whirly instrument he was carrying and the fact that he was the last time lord meant it must be him, obviously he had regenerated! This did not put Rose off, oh no!
She dashed at him and threw herself into his arms.
"Who are you?!" he said, him being unable to see her properly behind all that hair and all.
"I knew you'd get to me, I knew it!" He pried her off and held her at arms length.
"It's you! It is! Why do you not look at me, my love?" Rose looked up at him, not noticing the unsureness about his voice, and their eyes locked together.
"I love you I love you I love you I love you-" Rose said constantly, still looking into his grey eyes.
"Hush now. I am the Master, and you will obey me! Oh, and stop repeating yourself, it's not helping matters."
Hurray, again.
Russel T Davies is incompetent.