"'All that was, all that is, all that could be.'" She sighed with mock impatience. "Doctor, for a self proclaimed genus, you don't listen very well."

Isn't that the truth!

"Don't let go," he whispered urgently. "Oh, Rose," he begged, with visions of white rooms in his head and tears in his voice, "please, don't let go."

Ah, if only...

PS: Sapphire Child is right. I will never be sick of Doctor/Rose fix-its. They belong together.