[The Omanyte squeaks, flailing its tentacles wildly in the air because he is suddenly 1) no longer on the ground and 2) no longer with his beautiful soulmate, at whom the tentacle flails are directed. The fossilmon whines, reaching down towards Rose's foot. Rose, you really ought to set the record straight here.]
[John, on the other hand, just stares flatly at her for a moment before turning on his heel and walking out the door.]
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[John, on the other hand, just stares flatly at her for a moment before turning on his heel and walking out the door.]
[Goodbye, Rose.]
[He is gone.]