Rose had accepted a long while ago that her Doctor wasn't coming back for her. After her last encounter with him, she had decided to transition into a somewhat normal life, with the help of her Aunt J (or at least a parallel Aunt J, at best). Her amazing aunt had offered her a place to stay, a small flat labeled 221C Baker St. Such a quaint little place, which she happily lived in the apartment her aunt was the landlady of. Especially after her first meeting with the great Sherlock Holmes, sheknew it was the place for her.
Because, for the first time in his life, the great detective was absolutely stumped when it came to uncovering a back-story. He couldn''t even tell where she was from, much less what the rest of her life was like. The only thing he'd been able to at least try to deduce was the little, silver key dangling from her neck, tied up with a light pink ribbon. She would rub it subconsciously when she was deep in thought, as though it connected her to The Doctor. But all Sherlock had to say was that it was "sentimental".
After a few visit up to her neighboring apartment, she'd developed a close friendship with Sherlock's flatmate, John Watson. John was a kind man, who stuck up for when his friend was exceptionally rude -which was, who were they kidding, always. The two would go out for "Friend-dates" over coffee, and laugh at all the times Sherlock's rudeness went too far.
Two worlds, so different, yet so alike.
The only thing was missing was her Doctor.