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xɪx. ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ
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A photograph of a laughing man with thinning hair.

Peter Alan Tyler my dad. The most wonderful man in the world. Born 15th September 1954.

"Come here, Rose. Come here.", Jackie says.

Jackie has got a photograph album open. Little Rose joins her on the bed.

"Who's that? It's your daddy. You weren't old enough to remember when he died. 1987, 7th of November. Do you remember what I told you? The day that Stuart Hoskins and Sarah Clarke got married. He was always having adventures. Oh, he would have loved to have seen you now.", She smiles at her daughter.
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"That's what Mum always says. So I was thinking, could we, could we go and see my dad when he was still alive?", Rose bites her lip as she asks the question.

"Where's this come from, all of a sudden?", The Doctor asks.

"All right then, if we can't, if it goes against the laws of times or something, then never mind, just leave it.", She says disheartened.

"No, I can do anything. I'm just more worried about you."

"I want to see him.", She says simply.

Juliet studies the look in her eyes from her place, leaning against a wall of the TARDIS.

"Your wish is my command. But be careful what you wish for.", The Doctor tells her.
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The Doctor and Rose attend her parent's wedding.

"I, Peter Alan Tyler, take you, Jacqueline Angela Suzette Prentice..", The Officiant starts.

"I, Peter Alan Tyler, take you, Jacqueline Suzanne Suzette Anita.", Pete stumbles over her name.

"Oh, just carry on. It's good enough for Lady Di.", Jackie mutters.

"I thought he'd be taller.", Rose whispers to Juliet, who grabs her hand with a smile.

"To be my lawful wedded wife, to love and behold till death us do part."
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"He died so close to home."

"I wasn't there. Nobody was. It was a hit and run driver. Never found out who. He was dead when the ambulance got there. I only wish there'd been someone there for him."

I want to be that someone, so he doesn't die alone.
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"November the 7th?", The Doctor asks.

"1987.", She nods as the time rotor starts up. Juliet walks over and grabs her hand, after offering her a reassuring look.
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The Tardis has parked herself between a telephone junction box and a road sign, by park railings. Never Can Say Goodbye is playing somewhere.

"It's so weird. The day my father died. I thought it'd be all sort of grim and stormy. It's just an ordinary day.", Rose says as she looks around.

"The past is another country. 1987's just the Isle of Wight. Are you sure about this?", The Doctor responds.

"Yeah.", She says. Juliet feels Rose's grip tighten slightly on her hand.
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"This is it. Jordan Road. He was late. He'd been to get a wedding present, a vase. Mum always said, that stupid vase.", She chuckled despite the fact that she was holding back tears.