I am the Bad Wolf...
So. Rose, at some point last night, got up the guts to go out the door. Where she didn't die, obviously.
Time isn't linear, though. It's like a ball. A big ball of wibbly wobbly timey wimey... stuff.
So the Rose that comes in just now is from pretty well into the future. And the Rose that comes in after her will probably be from somewhere in between.
But regardless of that, the door opens and a familiar-looking blonde girl steps through. She's crying. Almost sobbing, really. And she doesn't seem to notice that she's not, in fact, in a Norwegian hotel room. But she closes the door, leans against it...
And cries as if her heart's been broken.
Funny thing, that. It really sort of has.
Time isn't linear, though. It's like a ball. A big ball of wibbly wobbly timey wimey... stuff.
So the Rose that comes in just now is from pretty well into the future. And the Rose that comes in after her will probably be from somewhere in between.
But regardless of that, the door opens and a familiar-looking blonde girl steps through. She's crying. Almost sobbing, really. And she doesn't seem to notice that she's not, in fact, in a Norwegian hotel room. But she closes the door, leans against it...
And cries as if her heart's been broken.
Funny thing, that. It really sort of has.