"Dear Rose

You won't read this, for you are in a parellel world with the man of your dreams. Me. He loves you so much. I have decided I can't do this. I was happy with you then it got ripped away. It was for the best. You are happy. Yet for me, a world without Rose isn't worth it. Don't blame yourself. Its been so long. 904 years. Its time. I don't want daleks to shoot me or some disease to take me. I want to go quietly on my own terms. I wasn't a good man in this life. Maybe in the next life I'll be better. And Rose Tyler, I-"

Rose dropped the note and looked up. The Doctor's body lay there, relaxed, and almost grateful to be at peace.