Hope

Set: After Doomsday

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Prologue: The Doctor Isn’t Always Right

Rose’s pov

This is the story of life after death. The story of hope.

I should have died, that day, on the planet I was born on. I am dead, as far as that planet is concerned. But still, here, I linger on, on this shadowy world which is the same and yet not the same. I am not dead. Yet nor would you say I am really living. Not yet. But hope is on the horizon.

I should have died. I should have been sucked into the void, into hell. They think I was saved, that my dad brought me back here and saved me. But they’re wrong. Because this, this world without the doctor, where I have to keep on living each day without him, this is hell.

For the first month or so, I cried. I cried every morning when I woke up and realised I was in the wrong world, the world without him in it. I cried myself to sleep every night.

Then, the tears dried up, and the numbness set in.

After a while, I don’t know how long, because I lost all sense of time in my grief, three things happened to change everything.

First, the dreams began. I saw him again, for one last time. I told him I loved him. After that, things got worse for a while, after he told me that we would never see each other again, after he left.

But then, there was Mickey. He reminded me that the doctor isn’t always right. That he had said before that travel between parallel worlds was impossible, and that he’d been proven wrong.

And finally, there was hope. Something to live for, at last...