Rose Tyler ran. She just ran. Her blond hair fluttered in the black night. Her heart pounded in her chest. Her eyes were wide with horror. She glanced behind her periodically for any sight of that blue box. That awful, terrifying blue box.

She was blinded by a piercing white light ahead of her. That blue box faded into existence like it always did.

"No!" She shrieked as she turned on her heel and sped in the other direction.

"Rose Tyler," echoed the deep voice. "You can't run from me."

No sooner than she had sped five strides in the opposite direction, the blue box was there. She collapsed onto her knees as the freezing night bit into her pale face.

"I am the Doctor," the man said as he exited the box. His eyes were narrow, his nose pointed. His black jacket was accented with a splatter of scarlet blood. It dripped in rhythm; it was fresh. "I own this universe. And you, you are beautiful."

She shrieked as his hand rested on her shoulder. His tight grasp was hot, almost steaming. She sobbed, her warm tears creeping down her cheek.

"Please!" Her voice was shaking, faltering. "I don't want to go back!"

"Rose Tyler," grinned the Doctor, his eyes menacing and threatening. "You're mine now.