A wide expanse of blue spreads out before her, like she's skimming over wave crests, no shore in sight. She feels cold breezes nip at her clothing, whipping around with gusty bravado, and she smiles, fascinated by how intensely, penetratingly blue the sea is here.
"Rose? You alright?" asks a worried Northern accent.
"You've just been staring a bit, thought something might be wrong."
Bollocks. It's already become a bad habit.
"Nah, it's nothing."
The Time Lord grins, and once more Rose Tyler finds herself lost in his eyes.
No, nothing at all.