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“Doc.”
The Doctor looked up from the cake. Rose’s favorite, chocolate chiffon, chocolate icing, and crushed peppermint on top. She wanted it for his birthday, and in forty-one days since they met he’d yet to deny her anything. He also made banana-date cookies. For him.
They planned to meet after her shift. She always brought lunch; they’d eat, she’d kiss him goodbye, go home, sleep. After the bakery closed he brought dinner and dessert. They’d watch telly, talk about their day or sit in silence, always together. Make love.
“Rose.”
Jack swallowed hard, ashen and tired. “There’s been an accident.”