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Leaned against the TARDIS with her arms crossed, Romana watched the Doctor and his former companion as they sat together on a park bench watching their son play. From her brief encounter, Romana knew Alex would grow up to be a finely tuned scientific mind, though the cultivation he would require would be more than the average Gallifreyan. Did this single human know of the way in which Alex would one day be forced to stare into the Untempered Schism? Romana couldn't be too sure.
Which led her back to the Doctor, of course. With his arm around Sarah, it was obvious he still carried quite a bit of an attachment to this human, and Romana found that odd. It wasn't like a Time Lord to simply drop the majority of Gallifreyan customs that they had been born and bred with since infancy to pick up with some strange alien.
It was when he turned and kissed the side of Sarah's head, stroking her hair softly that Romana heard a chime coming from inside the TARDIS. This particular chime only meant one thing: the Time Lords were in close proximity, and the Doctor was not going to be happy. Not happy in the slightest.
She looked towards Alex, smiling and waving happily at his parents, and wished for a different outcome than the one she knew was coming to tear them apart.