Author's Note: A drabble on how the Doctor felt after the end of the Last Great Time War.
Disclaimer: Doctor Who doesn't belong to me. If it did, the Doctor would get a lot more sustained happy moments than sad ones.
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It used to always feel so crowded inside his head. His own lives' memories notwithstanding, he also had the collective psychic consciousness of all the Time Lords pressing at the back of his mind. He always knew they were there, on Gallifrey or abroad. He could always sense them, even when he actively avoided it, even when he was as close as he could get to completely ignoring that subtle presence of all those minds.
When everything stopped, when every presence and every voice was silenced, he truly understood the concept of feeling completely and utterly alone in the universe.
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