The same dream was racing through Rose, nearly in sync with Liam's. She was shaking in bed next to him, reaching for him, trying to find something to grab onto.
Tears were rolling down her cheeks, eyes still tightly shut. He couldn't be gone. She didn't want this! She could fix this! She could fix anything like this. But she wasn't Bad Wolf. She was Rose Tyler, lying in a bed in an apartment in Irvine, CA.
She found him and clung to his chests, fingernails biting into his skin.