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Rose was panting as she ran through the field, Sontarans hot on her heels. She'd prided herself on being able to run long distances at a sprint, but she had recently dimension-hopped, wearing her out more so than usual. But she could tell one thing: she had the right universe, and the TARDIS was close.
It had been a long time since she'd seen the Doctor, or the TARDIS, nearly five hundred years. Her body had aged, slowly, but she looked in her late thirties, with small wrinkles and a few grey hairs. But as she flew through the corn, Rose knew one thing: she was tired.
She was tired of being alone and losing people.
Ironic, wasn't it?
The corn whipped around her face as she kept running through the field, leaving small scratches on her face and arms. She must've lost them by then, she thought, and decided to slow down to a walk. Rose gasped for breath, trying to fill her lungs with oxygen quietly.
She walked for what seemed to be hours, stuck in the cornfield. Was she going in circles? She had no idea.
Rose tensed, listening as she heard yelling coming through her left. Humans.
She didn't have much time to react before they were in front of them, all out of breath.
Except one.
Odd sense of clothing, a motor mouth, and perfectly fine after a long sprint? She knew who stood in front of her.
Rose smiled.