I’m sitting in the Tardis, my face in my hands. I’m hurtling through space. Alone. It’s so quiet without her, her funny little komen-komen to everything I say, the way her face lighted up with excitement every time I took her to somewhere new. The memory of her face grimacing in pain sneaks its way into my brain, the rain pelting on our faces, crying into her shoulder. I shake the thought away and jump up to the console, and pull down the lever. Not ever, in my eleventh life, have I been this miserable. I decide to track Rory down. I punch his name into the console to track him down.
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