Rose hugged herself tighter, trying to shut out the cold. Cold was a familiar torment, though; this past year she'd spent many nights without shelter.

Since the attack on the Valiant, she'd been hiding out, keeping away from the Master's patrols. She didn't know what else to do. She wanted to help, but how could she? She had no weapons, no plan. The Doctor's final message – Use the countdown – meant nothing to her. What countdown? Use it how?

And now it was too late.

Rose watched, powerless, as countless rockets lifted off, taking death to the universe.

Whoops.