"You don't have to leave!" The sobbing redhead stormed towards where he was walking back to his newly stolen TARDIS and stood in front of him. She looked incredible even in tears and heartbroken.

"You don't understand," he implored sadly, gripping her wrists. "I don't have a reason to stay."

"You have me! You have this baby! Please, please don't leave me!" She fell forward weakly into his arms, and they sank to the dusky orange grass that blanketed the hill where they had met.

"I promise to come back, I do. But look at me. I look older than Rassilon himself! That's why I've taken this TARDIS."

"You stole it. You're a criminal now. Just return it. I don't want our baby growing up with a runaway ciminal for a father!" She cradled her growing stomach subconsciously, her pleading green eyes ripping holes in his hearts.

"There's no place here for me anymore," he whispered. Before he stood, he gave her a long, lingering kiss. He helpd her to her feet and trudged toward the TARDIS, pausing in the doorway. "I love you so much. My parents will help in every way they can with the baby. You make sure he's not an outcast because of me, alright? I may be a troublemaker, a criminal and a runaway, but I don't want my baby to be subjected to the same social torment I was. It'll be easier for him if I'm gone."

"What about me? Did you even think about me?"

"Tell everyone you've left me. They'll stop hating you then." His smile was tormented and sad and encouraging all at the same time. He burned this memory into his brain as best as he could- his beautiful, pregnant wife standing on the orange hill at suns-set, her gorgeous red hair fluttering around her waist in the constant Gallifreyan breeze that smelled like rain and time and made the grass beneath her feet ripple like they were the epicenter of a water droplet falling onto a still pond, tears still running down her cheeks, and one quiet whisper against the hum of the TARDIS.

"I love you so much."