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The Doctor looked up from his spot writhing on the floor to see himself looking back at him. With an eye roll, he waved a hand about dismissively in front of him. "Oh, no, no, no, no, no. Give me someone I like." If he was dying, his face was the last one he wanted to see. His old girl could do better than that. Of course she could, of course she did. When the hologram morphed from floppy hair and eyes the colour of the sea after a storm to long blonde hair and eyes that held such warmth even in a computerised representation, he thought for just a moment, maybe that was it, maybe he'd finally died. Maybe he finally got to be happy. Maybe he finally got her. But the jagged lines that ran through her as if she were a channel he couldn't tune in properly broke him of that train of thought. His mind was playing tricks on him now, maybe it was the poison - if it was, he was grateful - but he could smell her, a floral smell, freshly soaped skin, the scent of wanderlust clinging to her. This had to be the best way to die, watched over by someone who loved you so fiercely they were willing to tear through multiple universes just to hold your hand, someone who was willing to stay by your side forever regardless of the fact that they'd grow old while you stayed young, someone who loved you just as much when you literally changed your face with no warning. Maybe he should just accept what he was being given and spend the rest of his short life drinking her in. He closed his eyes for a moment, blinking far longer than necessary, but coming to an important realisation. Rose had done just that, ripped worlds apart to see him once more, promised him forever, accepted his new face. They were the stuff of legends, the Bad Wolf and the Oncoming Storm. She'd said it herself they keep trying to split us up, but they never, ever will. If there was a reason to go on living, this was it: she'd always find him, she'd always come back to him, no matter the odds. If he believed in anything, it was his pink and yellow girl.

"Oh, thanks. Give me guilt!"