And that was it. The Doctor flitted in an out of Rose's life as she and her Torchwood team tried to control the Wolf population, as well as taking on many other alien and domestic problems. Rose had been aware, through Torchwood, of the Doctors existence in this universe. His sudden presence in her life had shocked and confused her, but it wasn't a complete surprise, after-all, Torchwood was created initially as a defense against the Doctor, and contained records of him easily obtained through her father. What bothered her most however, after the day he had promised to help, was his determination to sacrifice everything for her.
Not only had he dedicated his efforts to sending her home, he sacrificed his home, the TARDIS, as a means to do so. In the following months she watched the single-handed construction of the tower, the Doctor had told her that it wasn't to be touched by a single outsider's hand. That wasn't very hard to organise; half the population of London had evacuated the city after what was to be known as 'Wolf day'. The other half chose to stay as far away from 'ground zero' as possible. At the very base of the tower stood the Doctors TARDIS, shaped now as a dome with a small hatch at the top, with hundreds of wires spiraling out the sides. The construction grew into a twisted Eifel tower like monstrosity, black and spiraled like a serpent, curved towards the crack in the sky as if ready to strike. The Doctor covered it in metal panels that resembled circuit-boards, fastened from the ground up, in continuing patterns that bore a striking resemblance to running wolves, so striking that occasionally, out of the corner of her eye, she thought she had seen them running up towards the sky.
She tried quite strenuously to ask him 'why?' Why was he helping her? Why did he stay behind? Over and over he dodged her questions, walking in on her without saying hello, and leaving without saying goodbye, asking hundreds of questions and never answering a single one. She grew tired of his 'typical' behaviour and refused to even bother asking him about her dreams. They'd started after 'Wolf Day' and hadn't ceased, always the same, over and over. They drove her mad. The only thing that kept her going was the thought of being back with her Doctor, back where she felt right.
The two years went by quickly as a result. She buried herself in her work and occasionally let herself get lost in daydreams of being in the TARDIS, watching the sun envelope the world, holding the Doctors hand. When the day had finally arrived, she hadn't even seen Doctor Two for a month. He had given his instructions directly to Mickey, to which he passed on to her.
"Never one to say goodbye I suppose." Mickey tried to cheer Rose up, as she looked around at her old life for possibly the last time. It didn't feel real then. She didn't feel like she'd find the Doctor. She didn't feel like the universe she had been calling home these past few years would close behind her. She wasn't sad, or anxious, or so much as worried. Apathy and cynicism had overtaken her as she believed when she stepped through her self made rift, she would sooner die then come out the other side.
She had however, come out the other side, into her old world. Her heart pumped hard as she sped through the crowds in the limited time she had, searching for her Doctor. She couldn't find him, and as the minutes swept away, she grew disenchanted by the whole thing. Rose spent the last minute of her time simply staring at the body of a dead woman from behind a crowd of passers by, flat on the ground, blood seeping out onto the cracked pavement beneath her. Great red pools absorbed into the earth. She then simply felt the pull of the other universe, and strolled back into her other life as one strolls home after a long day, disappointed, heartbroken, but not in the least bit surprised.