“You have no word in this, mortal”, the guard said and it was clear from the disdain in his voice that he looked down on her in the same way all Asgardians did. “Take your Timelord and your blue box and be on your way.” This time Rose didn’t even have to call for her. The heat washed over her like the tidal wave of a boiling sea. “I am no mortal”, she said with a voice that was not her own. “Now I suggest you uncuff my husband…”
Asgard. This is where I was born. And this is where I will die. For the first 1000 years of my life nothing happened. Nothing at all. And then I met a woman called The Bad Wolf. A woman who was more than human. And she took me away to her magical world. She showed me love, and compassion. I thought it would never end. But then came the Army, then came Torchwood and the war. And that’s when it all ended. This is the story of how Rose Tyler died.