For once the Doctor didn't feel like traveling.
It was mere minutes after the Daleks and everything that had happened. All his friends had been put back where they belong. Donna had... He sighed, thinking of Donna as he stepped out of the TARDIS, gently leaning against her. Donna had to be returned to her fixed point, as if she'd never met him. That had to be one of the hardest things he ever had done. If someone really knew him, then they would be able to tell by his demeanor and body language. The slumped shoulder and the lack of smile should have given it away.
At least Rose was happy, he thought to himself. And Jack. He'd saved the world, again. He just hadn't been able to save Donna. She would rather have died then gone back. He knew that. Still, he'd made the choice. The one he always had to make. Everyone else before him. Always before him.
"A good cuppa tea might help," he murmured to himself. Tea always helped. A good cup of Jackie Tyler's tea had brought him to life, once. He sighed and leaned on the counter. "Donna would have loved it here," he whispered to no one in particular. "She really would have..."
He turned and looked back at the TARDIS, leaning against a counter? "Now what? Don't look at me like that. I had to do it..."
It was mere minutes after the Daleks and everything that had happened. All his friends had been put back where they belong. Donna had... He sighed, thinking of Donna as he stepped out of the TARDIS, gently leaning against her. Donna had to be returned to her fixed point, as if she'd never met him. That had to be one of the hardest things he ever had done. If someone really knew him, then they would be able to tell by his demeanor and body language. The slumped shoulder and the lack of smile should have given it away.
At least Rose was happy, he thought to himself. And Jack. He'd saved the world, again. He just hadn't been able to save Donna. She would rather have died then gone back. He knew that. Still, he'd made the choice. The one he always had to make. Everyone else before him. Always before him.
"A good cuppa tea might help," he murmured to himself. Tea always helped. A good cup of Jackie Tyler's tea had brought him to life, once. He sighed and leaned on the counter. "Donna would have loved it here," he whispered to no one in particular. "She really would have..."
He turned and looked back at the TARDIS, leaning against a counter? "Now what? Don't look at me like that. I had to do it..."