The Doctor just left Donna with her parents after wiping her memory. He couldn't help the wave of depression that washed over and drowned him. In some ways, Donna reminded him of Rose. One way being that he could never see Donna again, just like Rose. It didn't hurt the Doctor to leave Donna like it did when he left Rose. Of course not, the Doctor reminded himself. He liked Donna, always had, but he loved Rose. Another familiarity is Donna's promise to never leave. But the Doctor knew she couldn't stay forever. She had to leave. Just like all the others. No one could ever stay with him. He knew that! So why in Rassilon's name does he keep trying?! He ran a hand through his hair as he paced the floor in front of the counsel. Getting a companion always makes him happy, but is the loss worth the gain? No, he decided. At least, not anymore… With a sigh, the Doctor patted the counsel. At least you'll always be there for me, Old girl. With a sigh, the Doctor headed off to bed. TLTLTLTLTLTLTL With a sigh, December put her notebook down. Lately, inspiration was as rare as finding a rich man with a good heart. Even when she did get inspired to write, she would only write a page or two and she'd be stuck…again. Her editor needed the next chapter by the end of the week, and December barely has the first paragraph, let alone page, finished. Hoping that it would clear her mind, December stood up and went into her bathroom. She ran the tap and she looked at her reflection. December was blessed with beautiful green eyes and pale skin to compliment them. Even when she tried to tan, all that happened was that she got more freckles. Her dark auburn hair framed her faced and made her eyes pop out, even without the eyeliner December always put on before going anywhere. Sticking her hands under the running water, December noticed how tired she looked. I need a break….a vacation would be nice….Cupping her hands, she let the water form a small pool before bringing it up to her face. After December dried off her hands and face, she walked back to her living room. The place where she tried to write today. Yesterday, it was her bedroom, and the day before, she was in the kitchen. Nothing seemed to help. Sighing again, December shook her head and walked past her notebook and out her front door. She sat down on her front porch stairs as she looked up at the sky. She breathed in a deep breath full of cool air and released it slowly. December let everything fall from her worry. The stars have always fascinated her, to the point that she once wished that someone would take her and show her each and every star. That was, of course, before she learned that doing so was completely impossible. And December sat there and stared at the night's sky, oblivious to the pair of glowing green eyes observing her from the bush in her neighbor's yard.