"Timey-wimey, wibbly-wobbly," he murmured to himself, taking a sip of his tea. It burned a bit going down.

"Universe still isn't saved," he said. "Not quite sure what I haven't done or have done...but it's still not saved. Still getting new people in every week or so. Half this universe must be made up of people from other universes trying to help, by this rate."

He turned and looked at her. Really looked at her. Rose. She looked almost exactly how he remembered her. Oh, a touch different here and there, but still Rose.

"Never expected you to come back." That wasn't that he didn't expect to see her again (he knew he would, at some point), he just didn't expect her to return here willingly.