Rose Tyler was going to make a terrible mum someday. Instead of watching out for the girl-a younger version of her spunky new friend, she realised-she'd let her run off by herself. And in big clunky boots, no less. If she hadn't ruined her future in parenting by lying to young Dora, she certainly had by letting her get hurt.
"Dora!" she called, hurrying to the girl and the big mess around her. "Oh, sweetie, are you okay? I'm sorry, you could've called me over, I would've helped.". She began looking her charge over for bumps, bruises, scrapes, and general owies.