[ for timechampion; seeing you again. ]
There wasn't any point in leaving a note. Her parents would be able to guess just because of the way she left without a word, and trying to explain it to John (only recently had she been able to call him John Smith the way he'd adopted instead of Doctor and that had been beneficial to both of them) wouldn't have done anyone any good. There were still things that needed to be said and resolved and -
- oh, who was she kidding? Rose wasn't out to resolve anything, not a damned thing. She just wanted to see him again. If there was a chance - any chance - to see him again, for whatever reason, then she was going to catch hold of it with both hands and not let go.
Rose hadn't bothered to change from her suit (Torchwood regulations, she'd been in a black skirt and dress blazer for over a year now) and the high heels were harder to run in but she still managed. She rounded the corner to the flat and paused just long enough to sweep a strand of hair behind her ear in a misplaced and fidgeting gesture. He was different now, but he still wanted to see her.
And that counted for more than -
- more than what?
Rose leaned against the the exterior wall to the flat and waited. Time was either passing very slowly or not at all.