"Why don't you ask her yourself?" Donna says to him and he doesn't quite know what she means. How? Rose isn't… She nods behind him and he turns away.
His hearts stop.
There, just there, standing in the middle of the street, hair illuminated in the moonlight, is Rose. His Rose.
A smile spreads across her face and he feels like the ground is spinning beneath him. He's lost control of his body and all he can think is that she's there. He's running to her now, his hearts pounding in his chest as they leap for joy. She's here. She found him, and he's never gonna let her leave again.
He doesn't even register when the blast hits him. As he falls to the ground, the pain engulfs him and his eyes close. No…
And then she's there. He feels her cradle his head and hears her whisper, "I've got you. It missed you. Look. It's me, Doctor."
His eyes open and he can see her leaning over him. She's smiling past the fear in her eyes. Trying to be brave for him.
But he can feel her. She's real. And she's here.
"Rose," he breaths and for just this once, he forgets the world, the universe, and the pain. Because all he can feel and see is her.