She meets her angel, the protector against the monsters under her bed.

She kisses him.
She learns about him.
She learns about another.

She spent her life learning how to get the King's attention to her. And to her alone. She loves her King. Tonight, she loves another. Tonight, if only tonight, she will pursue his attention and not the King's. Just for one night, she wants him to forget who he was. Maybe, just maybe, he'll forget about Her.

And so, they danced. They danced the night away.

But yet, she sees something in his eyes. There's a reflection of a blonde but it's not her. She sees sadness in his eyes similar to the husband she left so long ago. She sees death like her young son's eyes.

She holds him tighter.

She thinks he has forgotten about Her. She met Her. The Doctor may scare away the monsters under her bed, but this woman, this Rose scares the monsters under his bed. She hears him say, they have no purpose now. She has always been smart and she knew he wasn't referring to the monsters.

His mouth says he wants to take the slow path but his eyes lie. He is holding a Versailles cup but wishing to hold a hand of another. He wants to take the slow path but he stares at the stars. She does the only thing she could do.

She tells him about the fireplace and he smiles.

She would have loved to see the stars.

She picks a star (any star) but she knew he wouldn't come back. He was quick, hop onto the fireplace (back to Her) and then he was gone. He was quick, but not quick enough for her to see his face. His face dropped just for a second, he felt it – he'll be too late.

That night she writes to him. She was always so patient. One cannot give up hope when he has done the impossible so many times.
So, she waits.

And waits.

And waits.