It's quiet.

Except for her screams.

Rose slams her hand the cold wall, begging for them — for anyone to take her back. Her makeup starts to run and she feels the sting of mascara in her eyes. She stops pounding and presses her face against the wall. She's never loved anyone more than him, and she knows she never will again. There's always Mickey, but he's not the Doctor.

Somewhere far away, the Doctor can feel his hearts breaking. He rests his hand against the wall, and he swears he can feel the warmth of Rose's hand against his, he can hear her sobs.

There's nothing he can do, he can't bring her back, and he knows it's all his fault.

He steps away, and does the one thing he knows how to — he goes back to the Tardis, and tells himself he's okay.

And maybe someday, he'll believe it.