[Jack can't help himself. He has to step forward and wrap his arms around her again, press a kiss to the side of her head, because she's being so brave, but he knows her, and he can tell that she's terrified. The truth of the matter is, she does die in the Battle of Canary Wharf, but not in the way she thinks she's going to. Only on paper.] I can't tell you what happens, Rose. You know that. I tell you, I could rip a hole in the universe by changing the future, all because you subconsciously remembered me telling you something right here, right now and did something differently than how you did back when I lived through it. But you've gotta trust me, okay?

[He pulls back, rubbing her shoulders with his hands. And it hurts him to say the next words, but he's got to give her something to hold on to:] Would the Doctor ever let anything bad happen to you?