Disclaimer: I don't own doctor who nor have any rights to any of the characters.
II've known for lifetimes this was how it had to be. The last of my race, the last someday of any race more than likely; alone. It's hard though to be alone. I pick up companions and for a while I'm glad to have them along them I remember what I'm doing to them they like me will have no one to go back to someday. I'll have destroyed their life for what in my life is a brief speck of company. I can't do that to them. The worst part is they don't understand they can't understand what it's like because they can always stop. I can't, I can't settle down because eventually things will happen and I'll be alone again. Only then I'll have even more to miss because I'll remember what it was like. It's not because I'm a time lord. It's not because I'll live forever, because I won't. It's because I'm unique, alone. No won else out there will live as long as I will, or even long enough to learn what I've been through. My companions are company, but I'm still alone always alone.I
The thoughts of the doctor as he sent rose away in the TARDIS. Away from satellite 5 and the death that was there. Away from him and back to the family that would love her and help her to see why he had to do that.