He knew? What did he mean it was all over now? And she wasn't entirely sure she liked the sound of 'everyone ends up where they're supposed to be'. I have to live on. Alone. When would that statement stop haunting her? Had she found him? Where did they go? What was it he wasn't telling her? "How do you know?" she questioned. A memory of something she'd read in someone else's journal tickled the back of her mind, but in her current state, Rose simply couldn't remember. "It hasn't even happened yet!" She looked up at him, then, her smile slightly sardonic. "Unless you've picked up powers of perception since I last saw you. Always wondered about that, you know, always seeming to know everything and yet not the future."
There were certain bits of the laws of time and space that still flew past her. She tried. God knew she tried. But she'd told Sarah Jane that sometimes the Doctor would look at her like she'd dribbled down her shirt for a reason. He was brilliant in a way she couldn't even begin to comprehend. Partially because she hadn't actually finished school, nor did she have her A-levels, but mostly because the human brain was just too simple to comprehend what his Time Lord one did.
She hiccuped, then, the sound interrupting her weakened tears and making her giggle slightly. Rose was becoming increasingly aware of just how closely linked they were at that moment. And it wasn't like being curled up with Jack only a few nights before. As attractive as Jack might've been, he was someone to flirt with and play around with. This? This was the Doctor, and he was cradling her close and dredging up dozens of memories and daydreams that had been all she'd had to go on for the last several years. "You really know how to sweep a girl off her feet, don't you?" she questioned a beat later, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.