The keening neïra, neïra sound echoed in his mind. The natural, telepathic call of the Nymphea, primary species of Lecaris II. But it hurt him. The telepathic presence of his home species was painfully absent, and his Rose. His Rose. When she had been snatched from him, he'd felt as if his life had ended, just as he'd felt when he'd destroyed Gallifrey. Just then, one flew overhead, a big purplish fluff ball, and he saw two figures riding on its back. He didn't know how, but he instantly recognized his future self. And Clara with him. Their happiness hurt him even more in his sadness. He watched them a little longer, then turned on his heel and headed back to his TARDIS.
Centuries later
The keening neïra, neïra sound echoed in his mind. The natural, telepathic call of the Nymphea, primary species of Lecaris II. But it hurt him. The telepathic presence of his home species was painfully absent, and Amy. Amy. When she and her husband had been taken from him, he'd felt as if his life had ended, just as he'd felt when he'd destroyed Gallifrey, and then again, when he'd lost Rose. Just then, one flew overhead, a big purplish fluff ball, and he saw two figures riding on its back. He instantly recognized his former self. And Rose with him. Their happiness hurt him even more in his sadness. He watched them a little longer, then turned on his heel and headed back to his TARDIS.