It had been the worst day of her life. She was haunted with nightmares from that day; she could see the look on the Doctor's face as she was pulled toward the void, the look of despair of losing the one he loved.

She could hear him calling out to her in her dreams, and often times she would wake and find herself reaching out in front of her, grasping toward a man who isn't there. Those nights were the worst; her heart, full of hope for a split second, would sink down to her stomach as she realized that she would never be held by those arms again.

To make matters worse, she had been sick as of late. She would wake in the early morning, tired from the emotionally exhausting dreams haunting here, only to have to run to the loo to vomit. She was always tired, though she reckoned this was from the dreams rather than the illness. Her back was achy and sore, and she seemed to be getting headaches more and more. Perhaps the pain of losing the love of her life was manifesting itself in her illness; it was as if the emotional pain wasn't strong enough to convey the loss she felt – no, her body had to hurt, too.

Rose awoke reaching out for her Doctor yet again. For a millisecond, she was happy. However, her happiness quickly faded to despair as she realized that she was not standing in the TARDIS with him – she was not even in the same universe as him. Tears began rolling down her face as she clutched her pillow and screamed into it. Why couldn't she have become a cyberman that day? She could live without happiness and hope, but living with this pain and despair was too much for her.

Her mother came rushing into the room, but was not surprised by the sight of her daughter writhing on the bed, sobbing. It was a sight she had become accustomed to. She sat on the bed next to her daughter, wishing there was some way to ease the pain. But she knew the pain of losing a man she loved. But she had gotten another chance with Pete. According to the Doctor, Rose would never get to see him again.

Jackie began gently rubbing Rose's back as she had when Rose was a toddler. But Jackie also knew that the pain Rose was feeling was not the same as that of the bumped heads and broken crayons of Rose's toddler days. This pain was enough to cripple someone, enough to leave them broken. And Jackie knew she was entirely unprepared to help her daughter through it.

Jackie's train of thought was broken as her daughter quickly sprang out of bed and into the hallway. She followed and saw Rose running into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. Jackie slumped against the wall as she listened to the sound of her daughter retching. She wondered if there was a pain so horrible, so crippling that could make a person physically ill. When she had lost Pete, she had the dreams of him being alive, and nightmares of his death, and bouts of uncontrollable crying, but she had never been sick. In fact, the only time she had even been sick was when she was pregnant with Rose…

No. That couldn't be it, right? Was that even possible? He wasn't human. He was an alien. Jackie's mind raced. Could her daughter be pregnant with the Doctor's child? They had travelled together for so long – who knows what went on in that spaceship with all of those secret rooms?

Jackie slowly opened the door of the bathroom, revealing the sight of her daughter curled on the tile floor of the bathroom, holding her stomach and sobbing. She walked over and sat beside her on the floor.

"Rose, sweetheart," Jackie began. She wasn't sure how to approach the subject. It seemed a little tactless to ask her daughter if she'd been having sex with aliens. She tried a more roundabout way of asking. "Have you been… regular… lately?"

"What do you mean, regular? I've just had my life torn apart," Rose said between sobs. "How can anything be regular after that?"

"No sweetheart, I mean…" Jackie's voice trailed off. Her heart pounded as she braced herself for the question she did not want to ask. "I mean, have you been getting your period?"

"Well, no," Rose spoke softly. "But I've heard that grief can do that to a woman. Right?"

"Sweetie, is there any chance," Jackie began. Rose wasn't getting it. "Is there any chance that you are… pregnant?"

Rose's eyes widened at the word. Oh, God. She thought. She hadn't considered that. But now that her mother mentioned it, all those nights in the TARDIS… she supposed she could very well be carrying a tiny half-human half-time lord. With this realization, she began sobbing, more feverishly and hysterically than she had been before. She rubbed her stomach, realizing the weight of the situation. She would have to raise this child by herself; this little person would never know his or her father. But at least she would have a piece of the Doctor for her own.

Jackie held her sobbing daughter. Even without being told, she knew what those sobs meant. She was going to be a grandmother.