This is perfection: Rose and his Tardis — she looks inside, and the Tardis loves her, forges and tempers her a fully-fledged child of Time -- more so even than the Time Lords ever dared become. In some near future, every future, this happens, is happening, and somehow, has always happened, and Rose is his Goddess, that one all-powerful gleaming strand of Time that's been wrapped securely around him all his lives, pulling him here and there, into peril and out of it, till she was born, and ready, and waiting for him there in her dead-end job, ready for him to say run, and to ask twice, and to be the stolen Time Lord who carries her out into the universe.
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