Rose smiled. She turned to Mickey and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks," she said. Mickey looked blank. "For what?" he said.
"Exactly," said Rose wanly. Then she turned away, and time seemed to slow for a moment as she ran toward the open door.
As Mickey stood watching, frozen with shock, the blue box vanished, taking Rose with it.
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Thanks to my wife Sarah for proofreading this story. Thanks to the late Craig Hinton for reading it through and telling me how much he enjoyed it (it was only a few days before his death that he sent me his comments). Thanks to Stephen Gray for checking my web coding and suggesting a particular line addition. Thanks to Russell T Davies for writing it first so I had something to work from. Thanks to everyone who reads it for not hurling rotten fruit at me.
And thanks to the BBC, if they happen to read this, for graciously agreeing not to sue me or make me erase this from my hard drive since I spent so long working on it and I'm not getting any money out of it.
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