Rose looks out over the water; Mickey sits on a bench with his back to her: "So what do you wanna do now? We could ask about hotels..." That time is past. Rose asks, "What would Trisha Delaney say?" He agrees, and starts to suggest a bar a ways down the street, when she suddenly turns on him: "You don't even like Trisha Delaney!" The anger in that. When it's now been a year and a half, and it's not just the Doctor, but the Captain, too -- and he doesn't even know about the Adam Mitchell fiasco, which is basically what he says, after a quick and lousy attempt to stand up for his relationship with poor Trisha Delaney: "At least I know where she is!" And she nods, because she finally gets it, because he finally handed it to her. Rose starts to lecture Mickey that it's got nothing to do with Trisha and it's all about him, and he explodes with what he should have said ten episodes ago: "You left me! We were nice. We were happy. And then what, you give me a kiss and you run off with him and you make me feel like nothing, Rose. I was nothing." Consider the early-act pratfalls earned, then. Rose is an asshole. "I can't even go out with a stupid girl from a shop, because you pick up the phone and I comes running." He asks whether he's just standby -- like that's not obvious -- and she shakes her head, because what do you say to that? "I am an abominable teenager creature and that is my prerogative. Two birds in hand and another one in the bush, and you have to ask why?" If Rose did drop-kick him to Scotland, she would at least feel her foot connect, and then she'd be a better person than this -- she's not even registering that when she's not there, he still has to be. A year of being accused of murder and six months of Trisha Delaney? Poor Rose for being responsible for this. Mickey: "Am I just supposed to sit here for the rest of my life, waiting for you? Because I will." Gross. They're both so gross. She apologizes softly and tries to touch his arm, but he shrugs her off.