"Of course," the Doctor said as he opened the door, "Who else?" Standing before him was a plethora of people. They were people of every race, gender, height, age, and faith. Near the back were faces he hadn't seen in centuries, but the ones in the front he remembered almost painfully. And not just old companions, Jabe and Astrid were there too. The crew of Bowie Base One, Lady Christina. Everyone whose lives he'd messed up, everyone he'd ever hurt, accidentally or on purpose; there were even Daleks in the masses. The entire population of Arcadia seemed to fit in that hotel room, even with the added bulk of every other Time Lord. His mother. She just shook her head. He knew they weren't real, but still, the guilt was overwhelming. He wanted to go in there and make it up to everyone, but mostly what he wanted to do was sit on the floor and cry. And then he saw her, the woman who made him close the door. Rose Tyler was standing there, right in front, and he hadn't even seen her. And her mum, and Mickey. And with that, eyes to the brim with tears, he put the DO NOT DISTURB sign on the door and shut it. He saw the room number, 11. How ironic. It only reminded him of his impending death. Time Lords only had 13 regenerations, after all. And as he walked off, nobody saw the tears falling silently from his eyes.