Rose examines the skin of her wrist. That's back to normal, too, though there's a faint dark glow if you look closely. Then she whips out a Thorn and mumbles something, testing the universe fabric.

"My connection to the Horrorterrors is weaker," she says. "This isn't my universe. I guess it might or might not be yours."

She looks him straight in the eye. "I don't really care, you know. But it's good to know if the person you're with isn't quite who you think they are."

And oh look, John gets Rose's trademark small smile. "And I truly am glad to see you."