The Doctor ran. And he kept running, not once looking back. A daft old man who stole a magic box and ran away. He's met many people along the way, taking some for a ride in his blue box, or leave them. He's lost all his friends, his family. The last one of his kind, picking up companions in hope of filling the holes that loneliness penetrated his hearts. And he's lost them all. Some goodbyes, some unexpected turn of events which leave the Doctor so very much alone. His hearts are shattered, but new companion glue him all together again, but in the end... he's still broken. A man with two hearts carries twice the pain. And how much pain he's felt. But he keeps going. He keep running away and towards his problems. A man with a blue box and broken hearts.