"Where are we? Where did the gap come out?" Norway. A beautiful, cold, stark beach in Norway: "About fifty miles out of Burgen. It's called Dårlig Ulv Stranden." Sounds like Dalek. "Dårlig. It's Norwegian for 'bad.'" They're standing on Bad Wolf Bay. They laugh at this, but only for a moment. In the silence, Rose remembers their best day: everything she ever dreamed. "Forever." "How long have we got?" About two minutes. She laughs, suddenly wrong-footed: "I can't think of what to say!" The Doctor looks over at the family: "You've still got Mr. Mickey, then?" There are five of them now. Mum and Dad, Mickey. And the baby. The Doctor's jaw drops, and Rose laughs at him: "It's Mum, she's three months gone. More Tylers on the way." And Rose? "Yeah, I'm...I'm back working in the shop." Thank God for Rose Tyler; thank God she can fly now. "Oh, good for you," the Doctor nods sweetly, and she laughs at him, like old times. "Shut up. No, I'm not. There's still a Torchwood on this planet, it's open for business..." Rose starts to cry again. "I think I know a thing or two about aliens." His pride. His Rose: "Rose Tyler. Defender of the Earth." They look.
The Doctor snaps to it, remembering: "You're dead, officially, back home. So many people died that day, and you've gone missing. You're on a list of the dead." This is when she dies. This is when she begins to cry. "Here you are. Living a life, day after day. The one adventure I can never have." Rose sobs in earnest: "Am I ever gonna see you again?" She already knows the answer. He's so sorry: "You can't." She asks what on Earth he's going to do. "Oh, I've got the TARDIS," says the Doctor. "Same old life. Last of the Time Lords..." Rose asks if he's going to do it on his own. No fear, just worry. His old hearts. The Doctor nods silently; they weep for each other, now. "I lo--" she stares at her feet, heart breaking again, shocked back into life after a year of stasis. "...I love you," she says, looking into his eyes, another shuddering sob. The Doctor's devotion is apparent: "Quite right, too." They smile at each other. He takes a step, opens a door. "And I suppose if it's one last chance to say it..." He locks eyes with her. "Rose Tyler, I..." It ends. He fades. He's gone.
There is grace in this that cuts. The Bad Wolf is the Bad Wolf of the season: this is the end of the story. Change feels like dying because it is. Rose stands alone on Bad Wolf Bay, staring into nothing, face twisted with pain. Rose sobs into her hands. Jackie runs to her, wraps her arms around her daughter, and Rose buries her head in her mother's shoulder, and cries until she's spent.