Throughout her long life, Lady Rose Tyler Gallifrey would pause during quiet times and reflect on those first days. She remembered each moment: of decision, of recognition, of acceptance, of release, with perfect clarity, stringing them together like a mental rosary. Each moment a tiny change in shade, contributing its bit to the sea change in her heart.
Not knowing – or caring – whether he'd said the words in her ear or her mind, Rose opened her eyes and smiled up at her husband leaning over her chair. "Happy memories." She reached up and ran her hand through his hair, as unruly – and sexy – in silver as it had ever been in brown.
"All of them?" he asked.
"Happy? Of course not. But I wouldn't change a single thing."