"Yea, six. I'm absolutely sure," she affirmed. Rose had counted every day in her journal, so there was no mistaking it. Though she wanted this moment to be perfect, she was starting to sense something amiss.

Rose let her fingers be lifted by his. The Doctor's skin was warm- warmer than usual. What could he possibly mean, though? There was nobody in the universe like him, and even though time had passed, of course she still wanted him. The word love came to mind.

Her smile did not leave, not even when she could feel his heart against her hand. Rose assumed he was either joking, or acting exceptionally guilty for leaving her. "Tha's silly," she said, thinking herself reassuring. She looked down at her shoes, sections of blonde falling across her face, as she moved her other hand to where a second heart should have been.

Nothing was there. Rose's face grew pale. Her dark eyes darted from one of her own hands to the other, before she finally dove forward to place an ear to his chest. Closing her eyes, all the girl could hear was one heartbeat. Unbelievable. She adjusted herself a few times, wondering if she was somehow listening improperly. No matter which way she leaned, there was only one, unwavering rhythm- the heartbeat of a human.

Rose pulled back, eyes wide. She was still not making the connection, mostly because she didn't want to. "What 'appened to ya??"