She woke up to a humming at the back of her mind, jerking into a sitting position. She knew beyond a shadow of a doubt what this presence was. Quickly, Rose threw off her blankets and stood, feeling slightly ridiculous. Mentally shrugging her shoulders (no one could see or here her, after all, except, she hoped, one man), she began to speak.

"Doctor?" His name caught in her throat.

In another universe, The Doctor's head shot up so quickly he hit it on the grating above him. He jumped from his swing, light brown hair flopping about as he quickly moved to the console. "Rose?" He whispered. It had been centuries since he'd said her name. And now he could hear her voice.

Before him, a ghostly image of his lost love appeared. The quality of the image was poor, but if the TARDIS had really managed to find a tiny gap between the worlds that would allow him to see her, even like this, he wouldn't complain.

Rose continued, her voice tentative, "Doctor, I don't know if you can hear me. I felt the TARDIS in my mind and thought it was worth a try." She was exactly like he remembered her, except, if it was possible, more beautiful. Her matted hair and ruffled jimjams told him she'd been sleeping, and by the poor lighting he assumed it was still nighttime.

"Oh, Rose." The Doctor's voice was more desperate than he'd intended. He didn't want to blink – he couldn't miss out on a second with this pink and yellow human. She didn't react to his voice, giving no indication that this communication could go both ways. With a sigh, and feeling a little crushed, he watched his girl.

"It's been two years since I saw you last, Doctor." Rose said softly. "They've been the hardest time of my life. But I'm working so hard with Torchwood, and I'm going to find you. And I saw Jack! Doctor, I saw Jack when I managed to get to the right universe! And – " her voice cut off and she disappeared.

He stiffened, "no," he muttered, making his way to the console to search for anyway to see her again. Tears stained his cheeks.

It took him what felt like hours before he gave up, closing his eyes and resting his weight on his palms against the console. He stood there for only a few minutes before he straightened himself and his bowtie, gave a half hearted twirl as he moved to the other side of the console, and set the coordinates for Woman Wept.

Rose knew the instant the TARDIS was gone. The hum disappeared from her mind and she was alone once more, standing in her bedroom. She closed her eyes and bit back a sob, ignoring the tears that were rolling down her cheeks.

Jackie was looking at her funny, which was making Pete give Jackie strange looks. Naturally, Tony was oblivious to the whole exchange of glances, happily eating his dinner, getting more on his face than in his mouth.

Rose sighed, dropping her fork onto the table. "What, mum?" She asked, her voice clipped and short.

Pete threw Jackie a don't do it look, which Jackie staunchly ignored, decidedly not looking at her husband. Rose's eyes met her mother's, one pair irritated and tired, the other curious and wide. "There's something different about you." Jackie mused, searching her daughter for any indication of what it was. Rose tried to ignore her mother, lowering her eyes back to her meal and picking up her fork, taking small bites of the meatloaf on her plate. She could feel her mother's eyes on her the entire dinner, though she tried her best to ignore it.

"SHIT!" She shouted, unmoving. Her eyes were turned up towards the sky, the black, empty sky. There were no stars, no sun, just the darkness. She didn't know what planet she was on, but she knew she was too late.

All she wanted to do was sit down and wait for the team to bring her back. She'd let them know that she wasn't in danger, and now her job was to make contact with the locals, to learn when the stars had started to go out.

More than two years, she'd been trapped in the wrong universe.

It felt like forever.

An eternity away from him.

The Doctor.

She was sitting in her all-too-comfortable chair, resting her elbows on her mahogany desk and her face in her palms.

She was so tired.

Exhausted, even.

Her limbs felt like lead, weighing her down in her seat so that she couldn't move. She'd jumped through so many universes, seen so many aliens, and so many planets where the stars had already gone out. She'd been too late in 26 different universes.

Frustration started to build within her, a ball of fire in her stomach that was slowly burning its way through her core. She was so tired of being late, of being in the wrong universe, of not finding The Doctor.

In a sudden rage, Rose stood abruptly, her office chair rolling back and slamming into the wall. In her fit, she through her half-full mug of coffee at the wall, where it shattered on impact. The noise drew the attention of many other employees outside her office. She glared at them until they looked away.

She marched forward and closed the wooden door so she wouldn't have to see the looks on her coworkers' faces.

"Oh my GOD." Rose whispered to herself. She was in the right universe.

At the right time.

Now all she had to do was find The Doctor.

After they'd managed to find a trace of The Doctor, and a way to track it, the Torchwood team had been on the edge of their seats, waiting for news that they'd located the right universe.

In the distance she could see the flashing lights of emergency vehicles and a large crowd. She'd start there. She took off at a run, heading toward the mob, adrenaline pumping through her veins.

As she arrived at an ambulance taking away what looked like a gurney, she passed a redheaded woman. She came to a short stop. "What happened? What did they find? Sorry, did they find someone?" She asked quickly, eyes on the ambulance. She willed her hands to stop shaking.

The redhead gave her a strange look. "I don't know. Some bloke called the doctor, or something."

Rose's eyes widened. "Where is he?" She sounded breathless even to her own ears.

"They took him away." The woman gave her a look of pity. "He's dead."

Dead?

After everything, had she really been too late? Rose stared at the redhead, her mouth hanging open in horror and her eyes starting to glisten.

"I'm sorry. Did you know him?" The redhead asked, obviously unsure of how to deal with the distraught Rose. Rather than an answer, Rose lowered her eyes and slowly started to pace, her mouth still open as she tried to reconcile the idea of her Doctor being dead. "I mean, they didn't say his name." She suggested hopefully, following Rose. "It could be any doctor."

Rose wasn't listening. "I came so far." She murmured sadly, horror still painted on her face.

"It could be anyone." The woman tried again.

Rose whirled to face her when the redhead reached for her arm to try to comfort her. Her hazel eyes searching the unfamiliar face. "What's your name?" She asked abruptly.

"Donna. And you?" Donna. There was something off about Donna.

"Oh, I was just passing by." She examined Donna Noble. "I shouldn't even be here. This is wrong. This is so wrong." Was there something on Donna's back? She tried to subtly look as she distracted Donna. "Sorry what was it, Donna what?"

Donna's face became hard. "Why do you keep looking at my back?"

Damn. "I'm not." Rose quickly looked away and then back to Donna's face.

"Yes you are." Donna replied stubbornly. "You keep looking behind me. You're doing it now." Rose's eyes had strayed to whatever it was she couldn't see on Donna's back. "What is it? What's there?" Donna went into a panic, spinning around in an attempt to see her back. "Did someone put something on my back?"

As she searched, Rose felt the familiar tingle in her limbs, and she knew that when Donna looked for her again, she'd be gone.

"Look up a trace for Donna. You must have caught something when we talked. There's something weird about her." Rose was leaning over Paler's shoulder, reading the monitor in front of him.

Was Donna affiliated with The Doctor? There was definitely something off about her.

It took 4 days before they found a trace for Donna, and for whatever was on her back.

"They have separate readings." Rose gasped in awe.

"There's something else." Paler didn't look at her, his eyes strained on the screen in front of him. "It's like reality is bending around her, compensating for her. But it's not the only reality." Rose shot him a surprised look. "It's like she's building her own parallel universe." He continued.

"So, maybe, if we get her to stop – if we can break her connection with that thing on her back, she could return to her original universe? The Doctor might still be alive?" Rose demanded, her eyes wide. Paler met her eyes and they shared a thought.

There's still a chance.

Rose ran out of they alley, cutting of Donna Noble.

"Blimey, you all right? What was that? Fireworks?"

Act confused, Rose reminded herself, though she was internally beaming at having found Donna again.

"I dunno. I was just walking along. That's weird." Rose muttered, trying to keep up the charade.

She knew the moment Donna recognized her. "You're the one," Donna said with a small gasp. Rose didn't respond, simply brusher her hair out of her face while she waited for Donna to get over the shock. "Christmas Eve, I met you in town." Done continued.

Rose faked sudden realization. "Donna, isn't it?"

"What was your name?" Donna asked.

Rose stuck a cheerful smile on her face, crossing her arms as though guarding the information. "How're you doing? You're looking good. How's things? What you been up to?" She asked, the fake smile hurting her cheeks. Her eyes drifted to the nothing on Donna's back.

"You're doing it again." Donna said, her face stony.

"What?" The fake cheerful smile was gone.

"Looking behind me." Donna was clearly fed up. "People keep on doing that, looking at my back."

Other people could see it? Was Donna being watched by this universe's Torchwood? Or maybe UNIT? "What sort of people?"

"People in the street. Strangers." Donna replied, her voice wavering. Rose's eyebrows lowered in concern. "I just catch them sometimes, staring at me." Donna continued. "Like they're looking at something. And then I get home and I look and there's nothing there." Donna began to twitch, trying to catch whatever was there. "See, look? Now I'm doing it."

The creature wasn't Rose's main concern. She knew what would happen to the titanic if The Doctor wasn't present. "What are you doing for Christmas?" she asked, her voice light.

"What am I what?"

"Next Christmas." Rose continued. "Any plans?" It sounded like horribly awkward small talk.

"I don't know, that's ages away." Donna looked at Rose as though she'd lost her mind. "Nothing much, I suppose. Why?"

"Just," Rose picked at something on her blue leather jacket, "I think you should get out, you and your family. Don't stay in London, just leave the city." And stay alive, she wanted to add.

"What for?"

"Nice hotel…Christmas break?" Rose suggested. And stay alive she shouted again in her head.

"Can't afford it." Donna said bitterly.

"Well, no, you've got that raffle ticket." Rose's eyes bored into Donna's, begging her to understand.

Donna's eyes widened slightly. "How do you know about that?" She whispered. Rose could imagine what was going on in her head. She might think she was going crazy. But that didn't matter as long as she listened and got out.

"First prize, luxury weekend break." Rose continued, not blinking. "Use it, Donna Noble. " Would dinner listen? She had to.

"Why won't you tell me your name?" Donna demanded, her face going hard again. They were back to that again, were they? Rose didn't respond. Donna began to walk, circling around Rose. "I think you should leave me alone." Donna continued, her voice bitter and angry. Rose said nothing.

As Donna walked away, Rose headed back to her correct universe.

They'd been right. The titanic had crashed into London, destroying and killing thousands in the process. They had managed to monitor the correct universe as well, where The Doctor was alive and non of this had happened.

It turned out that if things had gone as they were supposed to and The Doctor hadn't died, Donna would be his companion. They also began to notice separate readings from the creature on Donna's back.

The room was silent when they realized they needed to make sure Donna stayed alive, no matter what the cost. She needed to make things right.

Donna didn't even look surprised to see her. "Hello," she said softly, her voice tired.

"Hi," Rose responded, her face tired as well. She didn't smile, she didn't step towards Donna, she didn't look like she was trying to convince anyone of anything.

They moved to a park bench sitting side by side. "It's the ATMOS devices," Rose explained when Donna had recounted the story of the soldier trying to shoot the car. "We're lucky, it's not so bad here. Britain hasn't got that much petrol. But all over Europe." Rose's eyes were on the sky. She rubbed her face tiredly with one hand as Donna watched her, trying to understand what was happening. "China, South Africa," Rose continued. "They're getting choked by gas."

They were quiet for a moment as Donna processed the information. "Can't anyone stop it?" She asked quietly.

Rose looked at her. She could see the horror on Donna's face, but she could also see strain and fatigue. Donna was beyond exhausted, but Rose still needed her. "Yeah, they're trying right now, this little band of fighters, on board the Sontaran ship" Rose told her. Feeling pride swell in her chest as she thought of the Torchwood 3 team, fighting to save the world. Rose didn't need to look at Donna to see confusion on her face. "Any second now," She continued, waiting.

Then the sky caught fire.

Rose squinted to protect her eyes from the sudden light, but Donna's eyes were wide, staring up at the sky in shock and disbelief. Her jaw dropped.

"And that was…" Donna tried to make sense of what had just happened. Rose knew the feeling, how lost Donna was.

"That was the Torchwood team." Rose finished for her. She looked at Donna briefly before looking up at the sky again. "Gwen Cooper, Ianto Jones, they gave their lives." Fear pooled in Rose's core. "And Captain Jack Harkness has been transported to the Sontaran home world." Tears pricked at her eyes. "There's no one left." Except me, she reminded herself.

"You're always wearing the same clothes." Donna's voice returned to normal. Rose looked at her, her eyes still wet. "Why don't you tell me your name?"

"None of this was meant to happen." Rose said, her voice bitter, ignoring Donna's questions. Donna gave her a look of confusion, and Rose elaborated, tears finally falling free. "There was a man, this wonderful man, and he stopped it. The Titanic, the Adipose, the ATMOS, he stopped them all from happening."

"That doctor?" Donna asked.

Rose's lips pulled up for a small smile that lasted only a second. "You knew him." She told Donna, hoping that if Donna was the cause of the parallel universe, maybe she could remember the correct one.

"Did I?" Donna asked, her eyebrows pulled into a frown. Rose nodded almost imperceptively. "When?" Donna asked, obviously confused.

"I think you dream about him sometimes." Rose said. "It's a man in a suit. Tall, thin man. Great hair. Some really great hair." Did Donna remember?

"Who are you?" Donna asked again.

Fondness spread across Rose's face. "I was like you." She told Donna. "I used to be you. 'Cause you've travelled with him, Donna, you travelled with The Doctor in a different world." Rose was breaking all sorts of rules here, talking about the parallel world before Donna made up her mind.

Rose saw frustration in Donna's eyes. "I never met him." She insisted. "And he's dead."

Donna's words cut through Rose like a hot knife, but she tried not to react. "He died underneath the Thames on Christmas Eve, but you were meant to be there." Rose looked closely at Donna's face. "He needed someone to stop him, and that was you. You made him leave." She paused. "You saved his life."

For a split second, Rose thought she saw recognition on Donna's face, and she felt hope begin to spread in her. Had she succeeded? Just as she began to hope, Donna said, "Stop it! I don't know what you're talking about. Leave me alone." She stood up from the bench and began to walk back towards her house.

Rose chased after her. "Something's coming, Donna. Something worse." Donna turned to look at her again.

"The whole world is stinking." Donna told her bitterly. "How can anything be worse than this?"

"Trust me," Rose said, walking toward her. "We need The Doctor more than ever. I've…" her breath caught in her throat and tears formed in her eyes again. "I've been pulled across from a different universe because every single universe in in danger." Donna said nothing. "It's coming, Donna. It's coming from across the stars and nothing can stop it."

Tears formed in Donna's eyes as well. "What is?" She half shouted.

Rose paused. "The darkness." She tried to make Donna understand.

"Well what do you keep telling me for?" Donna shouted again. "What am I supposed to do?" Her voice was rising. "I'm nothing special. I mean, I'm…I'm not…I'm nothing special. I'm a temp. I'm not even that. I'm nothing." Rose could see that Donna had been itching to get this off her chest for a long time, but she couldn't have Donna thinking that way.

"Donna Noble, you're the most important woman in the whole of creation," Rose said desperately, a smile forming on her face.

Donna let out a huff and a bitter smile pulled at her lips. "Oh, don't. Just don't." the smile disappeared and Rose could see the exhaustion on her face again. "I'm tired." Donna continued. "I'm so. Tired." She turned away.

"I need you to come with me." Rose threw it out there. Donna turned back to look at her and the mocking smile was back on her face.

"Yeah, well. Blond hair might work on the men, but you ain't shifting me, lady." That sounded more like Donna.

"That's more like it," Rose said, smiling slightly.

Donna seemed to pick up on the sentiment as well. "I've got plenty more," she said with a nod, freeing the tears that had built up in her eyes while she'd been shouting.

"But you'll come with me," Rose told her matter of factly. "Only when you want to."

"You'll have a long wait, then." Donna turned away again.

Rose shook her head. "Not really, just three weeks. Tell me, does your grandfather still own that telescope?"

Donna whirled to look at her. Rose knew she was crossing a light, and had to tread lightly.

"He never lets go of it." Donna said, disbelief on her face.

"Three weeks' time." Rose said softly. She started to feel the tingle in her limbs that meant only one thing. "But you've got to be certain. 'Cause when you come with me, Donna, I'm sorry, so sorry, but you're gunna die." She barely had time to finish her sentence before she disappeared.

"The stars are going out." Rose head Wilf say. It took Donna only a few seconds to turn around and meet her eyes, and Rose's heart swelled when she realized Donna was expecting her to be there.

"I'm ready," Donna said, her voice heavy.

Rose met her eyes, sympathy shinning from them. She said nothing. Together, they walked toward an army truck that waited for them on the road. Rose, seeing the blank look on Donna's face, reached out and gave Donna's hand a reassuring squeeze. When Donna looked at her, she gave Donne a small smile and put her hand back in her pant pocket.

The ride to the military base was silent.

Rose led Donna through the base. They up with a captain, who saluted Rose. Rose held her hands up. "I've told you, don't salute." She told the captain, moving so that she could see the monitors the captain had been observing.

"Well, if you're not going to tell us your name…" The captain said, shooting Donna a look.

"What, you don't know either?" Rose heard Donna asked, surprised.

"I've crossed too many different realities. Trust me, the wrong word in the wrong place can change an entire causal nexus." She explained bleakly, ignoring the other women. "It is awake?" She asked Captain Magambo, feeling as through she were interrupting a conversation but not really caring. She was so close.

"Seems to be quiet today. Ticking over." The captain responded. "Like it's waiting."

Rose felt her heart tighten as she looked at the beaten down TARDIS. "Do you want to see it?" Rose asked Donna, who looked at her like she was losing her mind.

"What's a police box?" Donna asked.

Rose ignored the question. "They salvaged it from underneath the Thames. Just go inside." She urged Donna, hoping the TARDIS might help refresh Donna's memories.

"What for?"

"Just go in," Rose said again, nodding to the old box. She followed Donna as the redhead opened the door, and smiled brightly at the exclamation that came from inside. Donna exited the box, mouth hanging open, and Rose chuckled and Donna made her rounds around the box before going back in. "What do you think?" Rose asked as Donna exited the box, mouth still hanging open.

Someone fetched the coffee Donna asked for, and Rose entered the TARDIS, Donna not far behind.

Rose dragged her hand around the console, looking at the TARDIS with loving eyes. ""Time and relative dimensions in space." She said, smiling at Donna. "This room used to shine with light. I think it's dying." As she caressed the precious corals, the TARDIS hummed briefly, and the rotor tried to move. Rose's heart swelled. "It's still trying to help," She smiled.

"And it belonged to The Doctor?" Donna asked, knowing the answer.

"He was a Time Lord," Rose told her. "Last of his kind." She wondered if Donna could hear the love and reverence in her voice.

"But if he was so special, what was he doing with me?" Donna asked. Rose's heart went out to Donna. She remembered feeling the same way.

"He thought you were brilliant," Rose told her proudly.

"Don't be stupid," Donna interjected.

"But you are," Rose told her with a smile. "It just took The Doctor to show you that, simply by being with him. He did the same to me. To everyone he touches."

"Were you and him…" Donna trailed off. Rose met her eyes but didn't answer. She couldn't. After all, all he'd said was Rose Tyler…

They held each other's eyes for a moment, before Rose's attention shifted to the creature she couldn't see on Donna's back. She looked back at Donna's face. "Do you want to see it?"

"No." Donna answered quickly. She paused for a few seconds before changing her mind.

Rose led Donna to the circle of mirrors, where she explained that they would show Donna the creature.

Donna's eyes immediately slammed shut when the lights turned on.

"Open your eyes, Donna," Rose urged.

"Is it there?" Donna asked, and Rose could imagine her fear.

"Open your eyes." She encouraged. "Look at it." Donna shook her head. "It's part of you, Donna. Look." Rose told her gently.

Slowly, Donna opened her eyes. When she caught sight of the beetle-like creature, she began to panic. "It's okay, it's okay, it's okay." Rose said quickly, "Calm down." Donna continued to panic, her eyes wide with fright. "Donna! Donna! Donna!" Rose called to her. Donna stopped and their eyes met. "Okay." Rose said, her hands out, wishing she could help Donna.

"What is it?" Donna asked, her posture stiff and frightened.

"We don't know." Rose told her regretfully.

"Oh, thanks," Donna was sarcastic.

"It feeds off time," Rose explained to the frightened woman. "By changing time, by making someone's life take a different turn." Rose chuckled inwardly at the pun only she understood. "Like meetings never made, children never born, a life never loved…but you, it's…"

"But I never did anything important." Donna shouted desperately.

"Yeah you did," Rose replied. "One day, that think made you turn right instead of left."

"When was that?" Donna asked, her voice wavering.

"You wouldn't remember." Rose explained. "It was the most ordinary day in the world. But by turning right, you never met The Doctor and the world just changed around you."

"Can you get rid of it?" Donna asked, calmer than before but still afraid.

"I can't even touch it." Rose told her, shaking her head slightly. "Seems to be in a state of flux."

"What does that mean?" Donna asked, now shaking visibly.

"I don't know." Rose said, "Sort of thing The Doctor would say." She tried with a laugh.

"You liar!" Donna shouted angrily. "You told me I was special! But it's not me! It's this thing! I'm just a host!"

"No, there's more than that," Rose said quietly, hoping her calm tone would help relax Donna. "The readings are strange. It's like reality is just bending around you." That was exactly what it was doing.

"Because of this thing!" Donna shouted back.

"No, no, we're getting separate readings from you." Rose told her, still trying to calm her down. "And they've always been there, since the day you were born."

"This is not relevant to the mission." Captain Magambo told her quietly, but Rose ignored her, focusing all her attention on Donna.

"I thought it was just The Doctor we needed, but it's both of you." Rose said, half talking to herself. "The Doctor and Donna Noble, together." She saw tears in Donna's eyes. "To stop the stars from going out."

"Why?" Donna was till shouting. "What can I do?" Rose didn't answer. She glanced at the creature still on her back. "Turn it off. Please."

Rose whirled to face the captain. "Captain." See said, glancing at the monitor. Magambo told the men who looked like scientists to power down the machine. When they did, Rose entered the dark circle of mirrors, holding Donna's arms for support.

"It's still there, thought." Donna asked Rose quietly. Rose nodded, keeping their eyes locked. "What can I do to get rid of it?" Donna asked.

"You're gunna travel in time," Rose told her with a smile.

They kept a tight eye on Donna as she ran to catch up with herself. Rose's heart was pounding heavily in her chest. This was it. This was her chance to save The Doctor and all the universes.

She winced when Donna plunged in front of the truck, getting hit.

Using her watch, she messaged her Torchwood team to send her to the Donna signal, and within a second she was approaching Donna, who was lying on the concrete. She leaned in. "Tell him this. Two words."

Rose's heart tightened as she watched Donna's eyes close, but she knew that she had actually just saved Donna. And The Doctor.

She returned to her wrong universe, receiving congratulations from everyone in the room. They watched the pocket universe disappear, and Rose smiled widely when The Doctor's trace was spotted in the correct universe, alive and well.

"I can't remember," Donna told The Doctor as he pocked and prodded at the strange beetle like creature, which seemed to be dead. "It's slipping away. You know, like when you try to think of a dream and it just sort of goes."

"Just got lucky, this thing. It's one of the Trickster's Brigade." The Doctor told her, It changes a life in tiny little ways. Most of the time the universe just compensates around it, but with you…" The Doctor smiled at Donna, "great big parallel world."

Donna smiled briefly before it turned to a frown. "Hold on, you said parallel worlds were sealed off."

"They are," The Doctor explained. "But you have one created around you. Funny thing is, seems to be happening a lot. To you."

"How do you mean?" Donna asked, confused.

"Well, the library and then this."

"Just goes with the job, I suppose," Donna said, trying to brush the incident aside. She tried to laugh, but The Doctor looked at her with serious eyes.

"Sometimes I think there's way too much coincidence around you, Donna. I met you once, then I met your grandfather, then I met you again. In the whole wide universe, I met you for a second time." He thought of the other girl he'd met a second time. "It's like there's something binding us together."

Donna chuckled. "Don't be so daft. I'm nothing special."

"Yes, you are, you're brilliant." The Doctor assured her, fondness in his voice.

Donna smiled at him, then remembered. "She said that."

"Who did?"

"That woman." Donna tried to remember more. "I can't remember." She said quietly.

"Well, she never existed now." The Doctor told her kindly.

"No, but she said the stars…she said the stars are going out." Donne remembered, The Doctor's eyes boring into hers.

"Yeah, but that world's gone." The Doctor tried again.

"No, but she said it was all worlds." Donna argued. "Every world. She said the darkness is coming. Even here."

"Who was she?" The Doctor asked, his expression intense.

"I don't know."

"What did she look like?" Could it be…there was no way. It was impossible.

"She was…" Donna tried to picture the woman who'd never given a name. "Blonde."

The Doctor was starting to look crazed and a little panicked. "What was her name?" He demanded, trying to sound patient.

"I don't know." Donna told him apologetically.

"Donna, what was her name?" The Doctor demanded again.

Donna pictured the woman leaning in when she'd been lying on the concrete road. "But she told me to warn you." She looked into The Doctor's scared face. "She said, 'two words'."

"What too words? What were they? What did she say?" The Doctor's eyes were wide with fear and something else.

"Bad wolf."

The Doctor's eyebrows shot up and he began to shake, and his breathing sped up. "What does it mean?" Donna asked, but he didn't answer. He shot up and ran out of the room.

In another world, the use of her title glowed in her mind. Rose, having expected this, had been sitting in her office, waiting, too afraid to go home.

Her vision began to blur and go gold, and her skin heated up and began to glow as well. She could feel the power of her name affecting Donna's surroundings, and watched her Doctor ran through the curtains into the street. She could feel his hearts pounding, and could see his wide eyes seeing her name everywhere.

She watched him run into his TARDIS, where he was greeted with a glowing red console room. The TARDIS, turned paradox machine, was struggling to keep her presence in the two universes as the same person and of the same mind.

She heard Donna, "Doctor, what is it? What's bad wolf?"

She could hear The Doctor's breathing speed up as well as she could hear the cloister bell ringing in the TARDIS.

"It's the end of the universe." The Doctor replied.

He had no idea.

All that is, all that was, all that ever could be.