Hello, you readers, all three of you. You're wonderful people, you are. Well, there might be more of you…if some of you anonymous readers would kindly leave a review I'd have a better sense of just how many people think that this is 1) brilliant 2) so-so 3) makes them want to slam their head in a drawer.

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And anyway, hope you've enjoyed this little story- I know I have. Anyway, here's the conclusion. I'm rather fond of it myself :P

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Rose waited outside the theatre for what seemed like forever as people streamed past her in large groups, smiling and laughing and taking their time moving out of the way. She huffed in annoyance and crossed her arms, trying to find the Doctor's coat in the sea of people. Just as Rose began to get worried, she saw the Doctor step out of the doorway and begin to move away from the crowd, presumably looking for Rose herself. Without a second thought she plowed through the theatre-goers and caught the Doctor by the arm.

"Hello!" he said cheerily. "How did we get separated? I thought you were right behind me."

"I got lost! That's a huge theatre- I went down the wrong steps and ended up on the other side of the lobby. Anyway," she said, and let her voice trail off, hoping the Doctor would pick up his cue.

"Did you like it?"

"Yes!" she cried. "It was incredible! Didn't you think so?"

The Doctor smiled. "It was pretty good, yeah."

Rose was walking slightly turned into the Doctor. "That's an understatement! Did you see when the chandelier dropped? I didn't even know they could do that! I mean I knew they could, but I didn't know how they'd actually do it. Scared the hell out of me, of course, but that was incredible. Did you cry? I cried."

The Doctor gave her a sideways glance. "I didn't cry."

"Not even a bit?"

He shook his head. "What I want to know," he said, "is how they dropped the thing itself. See, I'm thinking they use the same sort of system Poppins does- did you know, in Marry Poppins, they have these fly systems that pull at once, one out and one up, so that at the very end, Mary flies out over the audience?"

"I didn't know that," Rose admitted.

"Yes, well, and they fly her up to the top of the house and she lands on a catwalk, all to come running back down for curtain call. Anyway, so I'm thinking their fly system is similar to the…" He paused. "What was I talking about again?"

"I can never be sure with you."

The Doctor shrugged and started walking again. "Anyway, Time Lords, we don't cry. Although you looked pretty upset."

"I'm brilliant now!"

"You sure?"

"Yes, fine! I'm over it. It was just a show. But honestly, I mean, that was amazing." She stopped for a moment to catch her breath. "Thank you," she concluded.

"Not a problem, Rose." He paused again. "Well, maybe just a little, as I had to walk about ten blocks to the TKS booth and seven back, but you know…yeah, not a problem."

"No, I mean, thank you for everything, for the show and the dinner, that was great, but I mean…you know…" Rose stopped walking and did some vague gestures with her hands. "Everything."

He blinked. "Everything? Oh, you mean…"

"Yeah, I mean, I still think I'm the luckiest person in the world that I get to do this. No doubt."

The Doctor couldn't hide his pride at that remark. He smiled and said, "Well, I don't doubt it either."

Rose laughed. "You're so full of it."

The Doctor smiled and took Rose's arm again. "So dinner was good?"

Rose nodded. "Yes, yes."

They resumed walking. "You like ice cream, don't you?" he said after a moment.

"Ice cream?" Rose repeated. The Doctor nodded and they trekked the four blocks over to the Mr. Frostee truck, parked crosswise from Radio City Music Hall. The pair sat on the ledge of a fountain that was turned off for the winter and ate, and even though the night was brisk, not a shiver was to be had by either of them.

"Nice night," the Doctor commented.

"Very," Rose agreed. "This was an amazing birthday. I don't even want to know how much money I spent."

The Doctor thought back to the short time he spent in Tiffany's and shuddered at the thought of how much money he could've spent there, but had opted not to, despite his unlimited credit. He then also thought about Emily, whom he had forgotten about until that moment. The pair fell into silence for a while as Rose finished her ice cream and sighed, resting her head on the Doctor's shoulder.

"You're quiet tonight," Rose commented.

The Doctor didn't say anything- he wasn't sure how to respond. Did he tell her he was contented, extremely happy just to be sitting by her on the ledge of a fountain in New York City, or…?

"I wasn't just making that up, earlier, you know," Rose said, and yawned.

"Worn out much?" he asked, happy for the subject change. "Plays can do that to you, especially musicals."

Rose smiled. "Yes, but listen: I wasn't just caught up in the moment, before, when I said I was the luckiest person in the world. I mean that. I said it once and I'll say it again; I really love travelling with you. And not just because of the New York's and the shows and things, I mean, I love… I don't know."

"I know, Rose," he said quietly. "If you didn't, you wouldn't have stayed this long."

"S'right," Rose said sleepily, and the Doctor fell silent again. He wanted to get up but didn't want to disturb Rose, so he just sat there comfortably, her head on his shoulder. He felt himself getting a little drowsy, as surprising as that was, when a crowd of tourists passed in front of him and recognized two of the girls as the ones that had entered Tiffany's earlier that day. And that meant…

"Doctor?" he heard a voice ask.

"Hi," the Doctor whispered, pleasantly surprised. He turned his head to see Emily standing a few feet away from him.

"Why are you whisper- oh!" Emily said loudly, and clapped a hand over her mouth. "Is that Rose?" she mouthed, and sat down on the ledge a few feet away from him, on the other side of Rose. He nodded and smiled. Emily made a face as if to say "oh my god, that's the cutest thing I've ever seen," and put her hand on her chest.

"She's adorable!" Emily said. "I knew I'd like her. What did she think of Phantom?"

"She loved it. Me too, actually, and that's saying something. I mean, did you hear the notes that lead girl hit? Astronomical!"

Rose shifted on his shoulder and he stopped moving for a moment.

"Thank you again for the tickets," he said finally, looking at Emily once more. "And for dinner."

"Any time! I'm glad she liked it. And in the big scheme of things, aren't you glad you didn't get her a bracelet after all?" Emily asked, and eyed the sleeping Rose.

The Doctor smiled and nodded. Emily sighed contentedly.

"Planning on saving the world any time soon, then, Doctor?"

He raised his eyebrows, thinking. "Maybe. Not soon, though. Well not 'in the next ten seconds' soon. And maybe not this world, I mean, there are loads of other planets, other galaxies, other…things."

Emily chuckled, thinking this over. "That's good, that's good," she replied, and presently saw that her group had moved away from her and was already half way down the block. She swore.

"See you around," she said, "if I'm lucky. " Emily grinned, and was off.

At that moment, Rose slid off the Doctor's shoulder and woke up with a start.

"Hello," she said quickly, blinking several times. "What'd I miss?"

"Nothing much," the Doctor replied slowly. "The sign changed." He pointed down the road to one of the signs in the window of a building, which was indeed advertising a different product than it had been a few minutes ago.

Rose studied the sign for a moment. She then stood up and stretched.

"I am tired, but…" She trailed off, indicating the lights of the city, especially Radio City Music Hall, which was lit like a Christmas tree. "It's sort of beautiful, isn't it?"

The Doctor stood up next to Rose and examined the building for a moment, then looked to his right and realised he could see all the way down the street to what might be the heart of Times Square- he wasn't sure. It was bright as day and a warm breeze had picked up. Atlantic air.

Deep in thought, Rose began to hum. The melody sounded familiar and finally, as Rose murmured the words, the Doctor recognised it.

"Past the point of no return," she said, more speaking than singing, "the final threshold. What warm unspoken secrets will we learn?" She hummed the orchestra's part, then stopped, still in rapt contemplation. "In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came. That voice which calls to me, and speaks my name. And so I dream again, for now I find…"

She stopped and turned to face the Doctor; her eyes had taken on a new look of tiredness. "Let's go home," she said, and the Doctor smiled at Rose's use of 'home.'

"I think that'd be appropriate," he said, and began walking to the corner. "Although, tomorrow…"

"What?"

"Well, you know what happened on March third of this year in Rochester, New York, don't you? The invasion?"

Rose's eyes got wide. "Yes?"

He shrugged. "Someone's got to stop it."

"That'd be us, will it?"

The Doctor looked at her slyly. "I think so."

Rose laughed and clutched the Doctor's arm once more.

"Like I said. I love it."

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Teh End!