Rose's eyes eased open. Light filled the room. An alarm somewhere on her night table was going off. Rose groped for it and shut it off. She rolled out of bed, and gasped at the realization that she was naked. She peered around the room, and saw another figure in the room, hidden only by thin sheets. It was snoring lightly. Rose took a closer look at the figure, but she already knew it was her Doctor. She sighed for a minute, before smiling. she settled into a desk chair and began to write.
You were my Doctor, I was your Rose. That was the life that we both had chose. We were travelling together, a box and two friends. You were supposed to be my fantastic ten. But Torchwood came and tore us apart. You thought you could save me, thought you was smart. I said that I loved you, that one fateful day. Standing, so lonely, on Bad Wolf Bay. I remember you whispering the single word "Run." And together we ran, having endless fun. I saw me regenerate, with all the bright light. You knew I was shocked, but loved me despite. I knew I would lose you, but so unprepared. I miss the life we both have shared. You are my Doctor, I am your Rose. This is the life we both have chose.