After The Doctor finished straightening his bowtie he turned to Rose, "They're called The Silence." He said. "They make you forget your encounter with them."
Rose sighed. "But Doctor now I can't remember other things too, things that happened before. I can't remember my birthday, or my favorite color."
The Doctor looked puzzled.
In that moment Rose could only look into his face and see his eyes. His old, old, eyes. Then she remembered, not her birthday, or favorite color, but she remembered him. She felt the connection with him that they had before. She felt it, like a broken bone, mend.
She walked up to him and kissed him. He stared into her eyes, and her into his. They stood there looking at one another as if all time had stopped. Rose and The Doctor were reunited, physically, and emotionally.
They were one.
"So what exactly do the Silence want?" Asked Rose.
"Don't know."
"Okaaayyy."
"Rose, they're not like the Raxacoricofalapatorians, or the clockwork droids, they're different." He turned and looked her in the face, they're faces now within an inch of eachother.
"They're dangerous." He said and turned away.
"Well, so were all the others." Rose said, tossing his warning aside.
"No, no, no, no!" He said frustratedly.
She looked at him, pondering the features of his newly refurbished face.
"I've just got a bad feeling about them." He said and held her face in his hand.
Amy and Rory sit outside the TARDIS, waiting for The Doctor to let them back in.
"Who d'you suppose she is?" Asked Rory.
"Probably a long lost lover. Maybe a queen, or for all I know a serial killer." Said Amy sarcastically looking at the jewelry The Doctor had given her earlier.
The Doctor and Rose came out of the TARDIS, and Amy turned to look at them.
Suddenly out of nowhere, a gunshot roared, and echoed, through the cold Manhattan air. Amy screamed, Rory ducked, The Doctor covered his head, and Rose stood still.
Slowly she looked down to her stomach, where a small, olive sized, blob of red formed. She fell into The Doctors arms.
"No, no, not now, not now." He said combing her hair down with his fingers.
"Its okay." Rose said.
"N-NO its not!" He yelled. "Amy call an ambulance."
Rose held up her hand, smiled at Amy, and simply said "Its too late."
She looked down at her stomach, the olive was now a bowling ball.
A single tear from The Doctor fell. As it fell she watched it dance and sparkle in the sunlight, then like a bomb, it landed on her face. The splash of the tear, was the last thing Rose ever felt, in this world.