Please come with me, See what I see. Touch the stars for time will not flee. Time will not flee. Can you see?

It's been a busy few weeks. Torchwood is done with their investigation of the studio. Shooting is almost done, and Sam had asked Rose and the Doctor to remain until the end, just in case. They were happy to agree. The other Torchwood personnel all were glad for the chance to return to alien work. Simon, especially, was relieved to be done with costumes.

On a free afternoon, Rose and the Doctor take a drive.

"I didn't get a chance to see much," he is saying, "but it looked promising."

"Will Edmund be there?"

"Oh, not much point without Edmund, is there?"

The Doctor stops the car. "This is it." He gets out and meets Rose by the front of the car.

"Hello there!" Rose hears a voice say.

"Is that Edmund?" she asks.

"Yep." The Doctor pops the p and looks rather pleased with himself. "Come on, then,"

"Everything all right?" Edmund asks. He's their new estate agent, found by the Doctor after a three-day search. He and the Doctor have been working closely on the house issue for the past week or so, leaving Rose to hope the Doctor knows what he's doing. She'd decided the best way to get through it was to let him be in charge. It's harder to show a fear of commitment when you're the one looking for the home to commit to.

"Hi," she says, holding out her hand to Edmund. "I'm Rose."

"Nice to meet you, Rose." He's an earnest looking man in glasses and a three-piece suit. "I want to assure you that I am 100% human, with full accreditations and references."

Rose looks to the Doctor. He shrugs.

"I thought it best if I knew all those things right off. Saves a lot of hassle later on, as you know."

"Yes," Rose agrees in amusement.

"This is a new listing," Edmund explains. "Based on what John has told me, I thought you'd like to see it."

As they stand on the street Rose can see part of the house, hidden behind some trees and flower beds. If it's anything like its neighbors, it's a good-sized house. Not as big as the mansion, but more than what you would call a modest home. It's painted a light blue.

"It's pretty," she says.

"The price is slightly on the high end of what you want to spend," Edmund admits, handing them each a listing page on the house. "It's a very good neighborhood, good schools." He glances at Rose as he says this, and she smiles to herself. He thinks Pete Tyler's daughter has certain expectations for a home.

They follow Edmund to the front door. The walk is paved with stones and edged with rosebushes. Someone has put a lot of time and care into them. As Edmund start to unlock the door, Rose and the Doctor both come to a sudden stop. Look at the door. Look at each other.

The door is blue. Bright blue. A bright blue found on certain police call boxes. A beautiful, bright blue they haven't seen in some time.

The Doctor smiles in confused pleasure. Rose steps up and gently touches the door.

"It's a bit much," Edmund says from behind her, "but you can always paint it. It's a quick fix."

"No," Rose says, speaking for both of them. "It's perfect."


"Lovely," Jackie says. "It's gorgeous. A bit small, though, isn't it?"

"Listen to you! How big was our council flat?" Rose demands.

"Things have changed since then," Jackie says defensively.

"Whatever," Rose teases her.

"Mum! My camera broke!" Tony sounds distraught by this.

"Oh, it's all right, sweetheart," Jackie soothes him.

"But it won't take pictures anymore!"

"Don't worry, love, we'll fix it."

"Let me take a look," the Doctor says, and holds out his hand for Tony's recording device.

They've just signed the papers to the house. It belongs to them now. Jackie has brought Tony by to have a look. She's approved of the size of the house, the layout, even the newly remodeled kitchen. The number of bedrooms - four - delighted her to no end, although she didn't make any comments about filling them.

They're standing by the stone wall in the back garden. If the bright blue door was reason enough to like the house, the large expanse of lawn is the reason they said yes. The lawn, and also the small blue shed in the back. A smaller version of the house, it will be the perfect place, so says the Doctor, to maintain the TARDIS until it's ready to fly.

Tony was standing on the stone wall when he dropped the camera. The Doctor examines it closely. "We can probably fix this," he says. "I'll just take it into work and-"

"We can take care of it," Jackie says hastily. "You ready, Tony?"

Tony wraps his arms around the Doctor's neck. "Bye, John."

"Bye, Tony." The Doctor hugs him back. He quite loves this little person, Rose's small brother. They haven't been around for the last few weeks, but now they can go back to normal family dinners and playing with Tony and letting Jackie drive them all spare with something or other.

Jackie kisses Rose on the cheek. She takes Tony by the hand and then surprises the Doctor by kissing him as well.

"Good job," she tells him. "It's perfect for you two."

There's a look in her eyes that makes him smile despite himself.

"Room to grow," he tells her. She smiles back at him, two conspirators sharing a secret.

"Goodbye, loves!" Jackie says cheerfully. "Love you!"

"Love you, too!" Rose calls. They wave as Jackie lets herself out the side gate.

They turn and face each other, much they way they faced each other on the beach in Norway a few months back. There are things they both need to say, both need to hear, but somehow they know it's not time yet.

Rose turns and looks at the shed. "Is that a good place?"

"It's the exact right spot," he says. And it is. Even the door is painted bright blue to match the house's front door.

Rose hugs him tightly, appreciating again the fact that he's standing here with her. She watched him die, watched him become someone else, watched him get hit by a Dalek and live. She watched him stand beside her as her world was ending. He's never left her and he never will.

Some things are stronger than words.


Last two days of shooting. Just one more scene to go. Sam can't believe he's finally reached this point. There are still weeks and months of work ahead - editing and musical scores and all kinds of things, but he's here, finally. Nothing can go wrong now.

"Something's gone wrong," Clive says without preamble, finding Sam on the lot, just about to take a seat in his director's chair.

"Fix it," Sam says impatiently. "We're going to get the opening sequence here."

"Never mind the opening sequence. We have nothing for the last scene of the movie."


"We have nothing for the last scene. Why is there nothing ready for it? How will we close the movie?"

"I'll be right back," Sam says to Derek. "Keep the cast and crew right here."

He strides back to his office. "We have a script," he says. "Storyboards. This shouldn't be possible."

"Then tell me what's gone wrong. You're the one who wrote the thing."

"Yes, I wrote it. And I know how it's supposed to end."

They walk into Sam's office and find Donna there already, rifling through a stack of papers.

"I thought you were directing the opening sequence outside," she says. "Don't tell me it's raining."

"What's gone wrong with the ending sequence?" Sam demands. "Clive says there's not one."

"Of course there is. We changed the schedule for shooting before Geoffrey...well, we never changed it back."

Sam turns on his brother, relieved to have an outlet.

"Clive, you idiot. You're gong to give me a bloody heart attack. You see one error and you assume it's doom and gloom for everyone."

"You did a last rewrite on this just the other day," Donna adds.

"How was I to know you did a rewrite last week?" Clive demands. "I've been at Lightvision all week trying to settle things there and explain what happened without telling anyone we're all aliens from another planet!"

"That's because you don't care about rewrites! That's why I write the screenplays."

"Both of you calm down," Donna says firmly. "I have it right here."

Sam and Clive both relax. Clive is just grateful that someone else here is able to take on some responsibility.

Sam is just glad that Donna is here, period. They haven't had a chance to talk much since the day he kissed her, but they've been having a nice time just working together and having lunch. By the end of the day they're both too exhausted to do anything but go to their respective homes and sleep. But he has big plans for her once this is finished.

By the look on her face as she's watching him, Donna has some big plans for him, too.

Clive shakes his head. "You're in for it with that one."

"Shut up," Sam murmurs with a grin.

"All right," Donna says, flipping to the pages she wants. "Here we are. We switched from a final sequence of parties and celebration-"

"Oh, good," Clive interrupts. "It was all bit like the new release of Return of the Jedi there, with all the celebrations on different planets after the Emperor died."

Sam scowls at the mention of Jedi. George Lucas is the biggest name that has or ever will make sci-fi, and he hates to be reminded of that.

"So two people get married at the end," Donna finishes, scanning Sam's notes. "We're just calling them Bride and Groom." She checks another list. "So they should be here on set somewhere, getting ready."

"Well, let's page them so we can see where they are. Maybe we can finish both today."

Clive looks doubtful. "That's a lot of juggling of scenery and people and crew."

"We'll be fine."


There comes a time when you admit that you're just not needed anymore. Rose has decided that she's reached that point with Sam Lively Productions. Her presence, and the Doctor's, has no effect on anything. There are no threats to track down, no alien tech to analyze. In short, they're just wasting time every day.

The Doctor agrees with her - he's been having far more fun than Rose, and has absorbed everything he can about the movie business, but he's ready to wrap things up.

Rose goes looking for Sam after they decide this.

"We were thinking about taking off," Rose says to Sam and Donna, who's in Sam's office. "You don't need us here anymore, do you? We have all this stuff to take care of at Torchwood, and we just-" She stops as a page enters the room.

"No luck, Mr. Lively."

"What do you mean, 'no luck'? Where've they gone to? It's been thirty minutes."

"Page them again," Donna says.

"We're ready to go back," Rose continues.

"Why is that page still going?" Clive asks. He's walked back down to Sam's office to find out what's happening.

"They're not answering," Donna tells him.

"So we'll just be leaving, then," Rose finishes up.

Clive picks up Sam's phone and engages the paging system himself. "Bride and Groom! Paging the Bride and Groom! Where are the bloody Bride and Groom?"

"Who are the Bride and Groom?" Rose asks,

Donna and Sam have the same thought at the same time. They look up at each other.

"Oh, damn," they say in unison.

"What?" says Rose.

Donna is hurriedly flipping through a binder. "Bride and Groom, Bride and Groom, Bride and Groom," she chants.

"I don't believe this! How did this happen?" Sam picks up the phone.

"What's that?" Rose asks.

"Who did we hire to play the bride and groom?" Sam is asking someone on the other end of the phone. "It was Mike and Lisa," he says to Donna. "Didn't we just hear something about them today?" He hangs up and strides out of the room.

"Oh, no!" Donna runs out after Sam.

"I hate 'oh no's," Clive sighs, and follows.

"What?" Rose says to the empty room. "Honestly."

Now she can't leave until she makes sure they have enough attention on her to register what she's saying.

By the time she finds the three of them in wardrobe they're talking a hundred miles a minute.

"Car accident!"

"Sprained ankle?"

"What are the odds?" Sam asks Donna. "What are the odds that they both have accidents the day of shooting?"

She shakes her head helplessly.

Doris, the head of the wardrobe department, is standing next to long row of dresses.

"The costumes were fitted to the actors," she says. "We were waiting for them this morning."

Clive starts thinking out loud. "We can cut the scene. We can't lose another day of shooting."

Sam looks around. "We have Paul and Fiona, but she was killed by that giant llama in the final act and he was left to destroy the others in revenge. They were the only couple in the movie."

"If we marry two other characters we'll have to rewrite the script and reshoot some scenes," Clive says. "That would take more time."

"How did this happen? We've never been caught short like this!"

"We've never tried to keep to a shooting schedule with someone trying to kill you, either," Clive points out.

Sam sighs. "This is true."

Donna is thinking hard. "Can we call a casting director? Put in an emergency request? We could just throw a different man and a woman from the movie together. Maybe no one will notice."

"They'll notice," Clive says. "They always notice." He pauses and eyes Donna. "What size dress do you wear?"

"Excuse me?" she asks icily.

"If you fit into the wedding dress we could stand you up there with someone. Sam, you could stand there." Clive looks like he thinks this is a marvelous idea.

Donna is speechless.

"Clive, don't be stupid," Sam says impatiently. "Lisa's much shorter - the dress would be too short."

"What do I do?" Doris asks as they all leave the wardrobe room.

"I'm working on it," Sam says.

"How are you working on it?" Donna asks politely. "Just so we all understand."

Sam is walking outside. His assistant Derek rushes up to him.

"Are we ready? I have the stand-ins standing in, but they're getting a bit testy."

"They need to wait just a bit longer," Sam says. "I have something to take care of first."

Rose gives up and starts to walk across the lot, cutting in front of cast and crew. She can say goodbye with a phone call once she's back at her office. Sam's attention is caught by one of the cameras. He stares, struck, at the image, then looks at Donna.

"Oh, that's perfect," he says.


"No, I don't think so," Rose says politely. "But thank you!"

"Rose, I'm desperate. We rewrote some scenes and I don't have the actors. I need a bride for the final scene. You look beautiful on film. And you match the measurements of the actress who was supposed to play the bride." Sam smiles at her expectantly, like he's fulfilling a long-held dream of hers.

"I don't really want to be in a movie, though," Rose points out.

"So what? You stand there and smile, and you'll get a nice little paycheck."

"She's Pete Tyler's daughter," Donna says. "Money is not an enticement."

"It's the perfect ending!" Sam says enthusiastically. "Perfect. And a great thank you to Torchwood."

"Maybe you could just thank us in the credits," Rose says doubtfully.

"Please, Rose," Sam says earnestly. "I haven't got time for anything else."

He looks so desperate. Donna also looks hopeful.

"It's too late in the day to start over with a new actor search," Sam says, "and all my cast have already been used."

"Rose?" Donna asks softly. "Please?"

Rose sighs and shrugs. "Sure. What do I do?"


"You have gorgeous hair," Laura from hair and makeup says admiringly. "I love the contrast with your eyebrows."

Rose is sitting in a chair in hair and makeup, a white sheet draped around her shoulders. Laura is standing beside her, a hairbrush in one hand.

"Thanks," Rose says.

Laura starts to brush it. "Did you wash it this morning?"

"My hair? Yeah."

"Shame. Dirty hair is easier to style."

It worries Rose that she has heard those exact words from the Doctor more times than she can count.

"Well, I didn't think I'd be getting my hair done today, to be honest," Rose says.

"No, I guess not. Anyway." Laura finishes brushing Rose's hair, looks at it critically, and then starts plugging in various equipment. "When was the last time you had a trim?"

Rose's hair reaches beyond her shoulder blades these days. She knows for a fact that the Doctor is very fond of it.

"I don't need a trim," she says hastily.

"Oh, it's in good shape. If you wanted one I could do that now."

"No, thanks."

Laura talks almost non-stop as she puts Rose's hair up in rollers. She talks to Rose, to the makeup artist, to anyone who stops in to the trailer. Rose tries to block it all out.

"I can do her face as soon as the rollers are in her hair," the makeup artist decides. "She can step into the dress."

"Rose, what size shoe are you?" Doris asks from the trailer's entrance.

Rose sighs. She's been sighing a lot today.


Makeup done and hair curled and pinned up, Rose is led to wardrobe. Doris is there, fluffing out a white dress on a dressmaker's dummy.

"There you are!" she says cheerfully. "Come on, then. Let's make sure this fits." She holds up a white corset that makes Rose blink. She hasn't seen a corset since Cardiff, Wales, 1869.

"What's that for?"

"You, of course, for under the dress. Here we are!"

Doris dispatches with Rose's jeans and top and hustles her into the corset. She is matter-of-fact about it all, which makes Rose feel better. She's very thankful that Simon is no longer working in wardrobe.

Doris also hands over white stockings and a garter belt.

"Is this all necessary?" Rose feels compelled to ask. "If I'm wearing a long dress-"

"All part of the costume," Doris says sternly. "Let's go."

She makes sure Rose is dressed to her satisfaction and hands her a pair of strappy white shoes with high heels. Then she helps Rose step into the dress.

The dress needs slight alterations at the waist and neck. Rose stands still as the dressmaker sews the dress while she's wearing it, hoping that the needle doesn't prick her skin. As Doris works Rose takes a look at it. It's a white satin that's snug against her skin. The low-cut neck is the reason for the corset, she realizes, eyeing the amount of cleavage on display. She tries to tug the neckline up a bit.

"Leave it," Doris says. "It's supposed to look like that."

Dress done, Doris steps back to survey her. "Here. Earrings and necklace." She fastens a pearl necklace around Rose's neck as Rose screws matching pearls into her ears.

"Lovely," Doris says, pleased.

She snaps a few pictures with a digital camera and allows Rose to look in the mirror. The dress's skirt floats down to the ground, allowing just a peek of the white shoes underneath.

"Ready?" Doris asks. "They're waiting for you."

Rose steps outside the trailer. Sam is already outside. "Come on! I'll give you a ride to the set." He hops out and helps Rose get into the cart, arranging her skirts around her.

"Here." Sam tosses her his mobile phone. "You're going to be in a movie! Ring up your mum."

Rose is grateful for the suggestion and dials Jackie's number.

"Hello, Mum?"


Mum, listen, is Tony still at school?"

"No, why?"

"Do you want to come and watch a movie get filmed?"


Sam pulls up the golf cart. Derek is waiting on the edge of the set, practically hopping with indignation.

"Sam, I could have done that! You have other things to do."

Sam smiles genially at him. "Don't I know it. But Rose is doing me favor, isn't she?" He helps Rose out of the golf cart.

"Wait!" Laura cries, running up to them. "We forgot your veil!"

"There's a veil?" Rose asks in alarm. It's not a pouffy thing that sits on top of her head, though, just a delicate bit of lace that hangs from the back of her head.

"Very nice," Laura says approvingly.

Rose looks around at the throngs of people everywhere. Cameras and lights are being set up, extras are being told where to stand. Donna is standing by the edge, examining the false facade of a stone church that's been erected on top of a small scaffold. When it's on camera it will give the effect of being on a slight hill.

"What do I do?" Rose asks Sam.

He's already heading to his director's chair. "Come on. Just go up those steps, take your mark, and wait."

"What's my mark?" she asks, confused.

"Derek will show you. We're just waiting for the groom."

Derek looks annoyed at being told to show Rose to her mark, but he does it, leading her up a set of steps and onto the scaffold. Rose steps slowly, afraid that she'll fall in all this finery, but the set is very sturdy. On the floor in front of the false church are two marks.

"Stand right here," he tells her. "We're just waiting on the groom and then we can start shooting."

"Who's the groom?" Rose asks, but he hurries away without answering.

"Prat," she mutters to herself.

A breeze moves her veil and swings her skirts slightly. She leans from leg to leg, trying to keep entertained. A small crowd of extras, dressed as if for a wedding are now directed to stand around the facade. They're being ordered to and fro until Sam likes how they look on camera.

Another golf cart finally pulls up, and a man in a black tuxedo hops out and starts walking to her. Rose's smile gets wider and wider the closer he gets.

"Hello!" the Doctor greets her cheerfully. "You must be my bride."


"Where's the Doctor?" Sam asks as he watches Rose on the camera. She looks beautiful, standing there with the wind lifting her veil around. It will make a beautiful piece of film if they can get started. The lighting is at the exact perfect level.

"She's gorgeous," Emily, the cinematographer says. "The camera loves her."

"I called him," Donna says. "He didn't sound too excited about it."

"Call him again."

"I don't have to. He'll be here."

"Are you sure?"

"I told him he gets to wear a tux."

"That's all it took?" Emily asks in surprise, looking up from her movie camera. "Most men hate dressing up."

"That's all it took to drive him away," Donna corrects her. "But then I told him there'd be cake."

"Cake," Sam muses. "Humans love cake."

"Don't you?" Donna asks.

"Not so much. We eat a fruit cocktail when we celebrate."

Donna shakes her head. "Blimey, but you sound like a boring lot."

He cocks an eyebrow at her. "I'll show you boring," he promises, and Donna feels her cheeks start to burn.


The Doctor and Rose are being directed. Sam is standing in front of them, gesturing to them and to the crowd of extras.

"Okay. You're going to stand right here in the church doorway. We'll have bubbles and rice coming your way. Ignore it. Stand here and smile and look happy. John, when I say 'action', I want you to kiss her."

They both nod obediently.

Sam nods as well. "Good." He returns to his chair.

"Last scene!" he calls. "Bride and Groom, stand together there in the doorway."

Rose stands in the wedding gown, feeling very pretty and also very absurd. She had never grown up picturing her wedding day. When she'd met the Doctor, those dreams, if ever there, were buried even farther down. But here she is, hair up in an elaborate knot, filmy veil covering her head, in a long white dress.

The Doctor is wearing a tuxedo and he is almost obnoxiously handsome. His hair started out as tamely styled, but by the time he left the makeup trailer and ran his hands through it a few times, it's back to its normal state.

Following directions, they stand together in the doorway. Someone hands Rose a bouquet of pink roses.

"You look beautiful," the Doctor tells her.

She smiles. "Thanks. You look very handsome."

"So is that what all human girls wait for? A big wedding?"

"Some of us," she allows.

"What about-" A woman thrusts an arm between them and powders Rose's nose.

"Hey!" Rose takes a step back.

"Shine doesn't look good on film," she is told. "Here."

Rose stands still obediently as the markup artist powders her face and applies more lipstick.

"Don't lick off the lipstick," the makeup artist tells her before hopping off the scaffold.

"Do I look like a tart?" Rose asks anxiously. She doesn't know if this film will be a hit, but how mortifying to look overdone if it does. She's not nineteen anymore.

"No," he says honestly. "You're gorgeous." The color gives a nice pink glow to her lips and her skin. He wants to tell her the last time she looked so beautiful to him was when she held the time vortex within her, but perhaps that's not a romantic thing to say, seeing as how he died soon after that.

"Rose! Rose!" Turning, they see Jackie and Tony standing on the edge of the set. Both are wearing security passes.

"Hi!" Jackie waves. "They brought us back here when they found out who we were! Isn't it marvelous?"

Rose and the Doctor wave weakly.

"What are they doing here?" he asks from behind a forced smile.

"Sam thought I should call Mum and have them come watch."

"We will never live this down," he says.

"I know. Let's hope for the best."

"Smile, Rose!" Tony hollers, and he activates his recording device to take a still picture.

"Did you get that fixed so soon?" Rose calls.

"Pete replaced it! This one takes videos!" As Jackie's been speaking, Tony's been flashing photos of them.

"Quiet on the set! Ready for action!"

Laura swoops in on the Doctor and his hair, wielding a hairbrush, but his hair refuses to oblige.

"What do you style this with?" she asks in confusion.

"Leave it," Sam calls. "It's windy enough that it won't matter. "He's fine. Positions, please."

"What's our position?" the Doctor asks urgently. "This was thrust upon us rather quickly."

"Face each other! Hang on, the sun's gone." Everyone looks up at the sun, which has drifted behind a cloud. "Damn it," Sam says in annoyance. "Hang on. Waiting for proper lighting."

"Rose," the Doctor says solemnly, "there is something I have to tell you."

"Right now?"


"All right. What is it?"

He opens his mouth, then shuts it. He licks his lips and tries again.

"Doctor, you all right?"

"Rose, I love you."

She smiles. "I love you, too."

"I have, however, a confession to make. It's rather serious, so I hope you will take it in the spirit it's meant."

"Okay," she says, smiling slightly. "What are you saying?"

"I've been maneuvering and manipulating you, Rose, for some time now."

She doesn't reply, and he continues. "The house, the TARDIS, living together, it's all been a ploy."

Rose feels like the air in her lungs is being squeezed out. "A ploy?" she manages to say. There's a roaring in her ears - maybe she's just not hearing him right.

"I had an ulterior motive."

Her vision is going dark, but she forces herself to stay standing. All her fears, all her worries, are coming true right now, while they play dress up in front of a massive group of strangers.

And yes, her mum and Tony, come to watch the filming. She can't quite see that far at the moment, but she'd bet Tony is recording the whole thing for later viewing at home.

"All right, since you're not talking, I'll go ahead," he says. "I thought that since we had a TARDIS, if I talked you into buying a house, that eventually you might, if the time was right and you felt it was appropriate, sometime in the future, possibly agree to think about the fact that you might possibly consider marrying me."

Rose stares at him for a long moment. Stares at him so long that he starts to fidget. "Did you hear what I said?"

"Yeah," she says slowly. "I heard."

"Did you...did you understand it?"

"Growing the TARDIS, looking for a house, all of that, it was just to ask me to marry you?"

"I thought I was rather clever. Was it clever?" His voice goes up in hopefulness, a tentative smile on his lips.

"All this time - all of your secretiveness and silence and moodiness - it was because of that?"

"What else would make me moody?" he wants to know.

She doesn't dare tell him what she's been fearing all this time. That he was getting ready to leave her, that he needed more from the life he had remaining. If he doesn't think of it, she will not bring it up.

"I...I don't know."

He's watching her anxiously. "Are you angry? Did I manipulate you?"

"No. I thought -"

"I wanted to -"

They break off at the same time.

"All you had to do was ask," she says finally.


"Well, yeah."

"So, anyway, will you?"

"Will I what?"

"Rose Tyler, will you marry me?"

She never thought she'd hear those words spoken to her. Never thought she'd need an answer to them. And now she's overjoyed to realize that she's wanted to hear them, very much, in fact. She's wanted to hear them for a long, long time.

"Yes," she says. "Yes, Doctor. I will marry you."

He grins and laughs with relief.

"Sun's back! Action! Kiss her."

Neither one has heard Sam's latest direction. He pulls her into his arms, and she wraps hers around his neck, pink roses dangling limply from her fingers. He kisses her hard, with an urgency born of love and relief. His hands tangle in her hair, knocking the veil off and bringing the carefully constructed knot down. Her hair tumbles down around her shoulders, and still they keep kissing.

"Okay," Sam says, "you can stop now."

He repeats that several times before they come back to their senses. They break apart and smile at each other, still in each other's arms.

"I love you," he murmurs.

"I love you, too."

"Bride and Groom, stand next to each other and smile. Smile!"

He holds her tight against him, looking so happy he might burst. Rose smiles happily, face flushed. The extras throw rice at them. Bubbles float through the air.

"Cut and print!" Sam calls, satisfied with this scene.

Tony flashes his recorder again. "Got it!"

The cameras are still rolling. The Doctor turns to Rose again, kissing her again, so long and hard that the camera operator lets the film roll. Sam will later include this last kiss in the film, as well.

In Lights! Camera! Action!'s annual sci-fi issue, that kiss, between Bride and Groom, is rated as the number four hottest kiss in movie history.