Pete Tyler wasn't wealthy in the sense of money. No, he was rich with the love of his daughter, Rose.
His late wife, Jackie, had insisted on the exotic and unique name. She had hoped that it would reflect their daughter's personality and physicality, and she couldn't have been any more accurate. It's a shame that she couldn't see her dream come true, as disease had taken her away from them.
The government couldn't care for the dying, let alone the ill. Especially if they were low lives like Pete and his family were.
It was a good thing that he had been able to snag a shabby apartment for them to live in, and although the conditions were a little tough, they did more than scrap by. But live still wasn't luxurious.
He and Rose worked in a factory which produced Dalek shells, which payed pretty good if you followed the rules.
"Dad, you alright?" Rose croaked from the living room, and then proceeded to start hacking. She had been ill for a few weeks, and he tried his best to dote on her before he left for work.
"Your cuppa will be done in a minute or two!" He grumbled, wishing he had more high tech appliances. At least they could afford some luxuries, which most were from a few centuries ago. In the 24th century, everything has changed, but mostly it was a majority of the humans leaving Earth. The sun was about to go red giant on them, but Pete didn't have enough money to buy tickets out of here.
"Could you make that minute into seconds? Wait, no, scratch that; could you make that into nanoseconds?"
"Love, I don't have a time machine."
"The Doctor does,"
"The Doctor is a man who would never visit Earth, as all he does is gallop around time and space like it's his own playground, while filming himself and posting it on the wire!"
"You're just jealous," He could hear the mirth in her gravely voice, but all he could was shake his head and deliver her tea.
Crouching down next to her, he pat he unhygienic shiny hair, and kissed her forehead, which was alarmingly warm.
"You coming to work today?"
"I can't, I feel like a elephant is sitting on me..."
"Could you at least resign, you know I could support the both of us, and other people need the job more than you do." Pete got bumped up to Assistant Supervisor, and it payed enough for both of them and some.
"But- what will I do when I'm healthy? I don't want to depend on you all my life!"
"Could you at least think about it?" And with that said, Pete got up, grabbed his coat, and walked out to do his job.
Rose just sipped her tea, and then turned on her intergalactic receiver to watch her favorite "live documentary".
The Doctor.