His trousers were missing. He tried to wrap his mind around that, but he was too focused on trying to find his next fix. He had come to this part of town for exactly that and now he was kneeling on the street for some reason. The warm hands of someone grabbing his waist and then the pain as something forced itself up into his body reminded him why he was trouserless. He fought against the person thrusting into his body, but he was too weak, too disoriented to fight them off. He couldn't remember the last time he ate, drank or cared about anything besides the calming effect the drug gave him. He closed his eyes fighting back the tears as he wondered how it came to this.

-DW-

"Just promise me one thing. Find someone," Donna had told him that snowy night when he had saved her from the Racnoss.

"I don't need anyone," He had replied immediately.

"Yes, you do. Because sometimes, I think you need someone to stop you." And she had been right. He did need someone to stop him. He never did well on his own, he always pushed the limits or let himself get into harms way in order to save others. He should have died countless times and if it wasn't for his companions, he would have. He was alone now, and that was alright. He couldn't hurt anyone if he was alone. He wouldn't have to take another companion's memories in order to save their life.

He strolled confidently down the unfamiliar street, acting like he owned the place. People moved out of his way, believing that he belonged there as he seemed to know where he was going. He had no idea, though, all he knew was that he had to keep running, keep moving. If he didn't he was going to end up dead and a new man would be strolling along this street with his memories. He wasn't ready to go yet, even if he had made a few mistakes and changed one woman's legacy. Who were the ood to decide that it was his time to die? They had no right to summon him to their planet and what he guaranteed would be his death.

"Would you care for some company tonight sir," A woman asked interrupting his thought. He turned to look at the woman scantily clad in a thin blue dress. Her brown was done up in curls and fell to the top of her large breast.

"No, thank you," He replied with a smile. She leaned forward, her breast almost popping out of the top of her dress.

"Are you sure handsome? Maybe you just need a drink first to loosen you up." She grabbed a stein of beer and held it out to him. He held up his hand, declining it as he continued on his way. He was about halfway up the street when someone wrapped their arm through his. He stopped turning to see that the woman was back. "I can give you a quick suck if you're interested."

"I'm not," He responded sternily as he pulled his arm away from her. She stared at him a moment, obviously not used to men telling her no. She leaned forward, and he could smell the alcohol on her breath.

"I know a nice gentleman up the street if that's more your type," She whispered. The Doctor glared at her with all the strength of the oncoming storm. She backed away from him slowly before hurrying back to her original post at the bar. The Doctor stood watching her for a moment as she tried to seduce another man. She kept glancing back at him, clearly uneasy with him standing there. Grabbing the other man's arm, she took him into the bar and out of the Doctor's sight. The Doctor turned heading once more on his way.

It was strange now to think what would have happened if he would have gone with her that night. One thing was sure and that is his life would have turned out different. More than likely he wouldn't have slept with her but tried to help her out of her current situation. Still he would not have ended up at the small restaurant on the outskirts of town. The building was run down, but the smell of food coming from within reminded him he hadn't eaten in awhile. He entered the restaurant to find only a few locals inside. The place was dimly lit, and the talk relatively quiet. He made his way to a small booth sitting down in it.

"What can I get you?" A heavy set woman with a soft voice and the name Veronica on her badge asked.

"I would like a cup of tea and a plate of chips," The Doctor ordered.

"Sure thing," She replied. She left the Doctor alone returning a moment later with the drink. He let the tea bag steep a moment then picked it up, taking a mouthful. The tea tasted different than he was used to, but it wasn't bad. He took another drink as he waited for his food. As he waited, though, he began to feel funny. His system quickly registered that he had been drugged by an unknown substance. He stood up quickly, feeling panicked by the drugs racing through his system. He stumbled his way towards the door, desperate to get back to his TARDIS.

"What's the matter Sweetie?" Veronica asked him. Her voice no longer seemed soft, but harsh to his ears. "Tea not agreeing with you? Maybe next time you will choose another restaurant as we don't take kindly to strangers here." She grabbed his arm, pulling him towards the door and pushing him out of it. He stumbled, barely stopping himself from falling face first into the street. He tried to connect to the TARDIS and he felt her hum through him, trying to guide him back to the safety of her doors. As he walked, though, he felt lighter than he had in years. It was as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders and for the first time in a long time, he could finally breathe.

He woke up later inside the TARDIS, laying inside the dip of one of the corals in the control room. He wasn't sure how he got there, all he knew was that his body and head hurt. Somehow he was hung over and a bottle of whiskey beside the coral, as well as the taste in his mouth, indicated that he had drunken it. All the worries were back that he had managed to escape from and he actually found himself wanting to take the drug again. He tried to ignore the need as he walked to the controls, pushing buttons to prepare for his next journey, but the feeling was still there. Grabbing his coat he headed once more out the door and towards the restaurant.

-DW-

The man spilled himself deep inside his body before rolling off of him with a grunt. The Doctor fell to his side. He curled into himself crying softly as the man threw a small bag of powder at him.

"Take it you whore," The man hissed at him. The Doctor picked up the bag disgusted with himself for still wanting the drug after what the man did to his body. He slipped the bag into his jacket pocket as he looked for his trousers. He saw them not too far away from where he was laying and forced himself to sit up. Pain shot through his body, but the pain was temporary. He would feel better once he got the drug inside his body. He climbed unsteadily to his feet, picking up his ripped trousers in the process. Barely able to walk, he made his way towards the TARDIS. He had gone too long between the last dose and he felt as if he were dying.

Deep down a part of him knew that this was wrong. He needed help, but a stronger part was telling him that once he took the drug he would be fine. He listened to that part as he made his way into the familiar control room and collapsed on the floor. He left his trousers where he fell as he crawled his way up the ramp. He felt cold air blow on him and he ignored it as he tried desperately to get to the kitchen. He needed a glass of water to mix the powder with, in order to drink it.

The TARDIS didn't help him. She didn't even talk to him anymore, making him feel more alone than ever. She had been the one to keep him alive after his people were ripped from his head and now she was quiet. He had yelled at her until his voice was raw, but she still refused to help him. No matter, he didn't need her now. All he needed was in his hand. He continued his slow crawl towards the kitchen as he heard the sound of her engines start. He should have wondered where she was taking him, but all he could focus on was getting to the kitchen. He made it to the kitchen as he felt her land with a thump. He fell hard on his bare bottom, gritting his teeth with pain.

"Doctor," A familiar female voice called out. He heard footsteps getting closer and he looked up to see Martha entering the kitchen. His mind didn't register the shock on her face upon seeing him half naked on the floor as he held up the small bag to her.

"Please Martha, I need it," he begged her. Martha took the bag from him, placing it in her pocket.

"I think you've had enough," She told him.