Not his Rose, but a Rose who'd let him save her. A universe where she lived, where she was alive. He grinned, manic and cheerful and only faintly shadowed by the knowledge that this still wasn't his Rose.
"Fantastic!" Of course, there was that small problem she'd have to deal with when she woke up of him regnerating, but maybe he could help that. "Just after I said you needed me, hmm? I'd have taken the Time Vortex out of you, probably. It'll kill me, but I've got a fail-safe, keeps me from being really dead, though I get a whole new face out of it." He grimaced. "Don't know what I'll look like."