“Coulda, woulda, shoulda...”
The silence stretched out between them. Idly, Rose ran a hand through her hair as she wondered whether it was sticking up at all ends. The thought of hair made her think of the conversation she had had with the Doctor before stepping out of the TARDIS.
“Y’know, it was her decision
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