'Cause, you know the Doctor. He's wonderful. He's brilliant. But he's like fire. Stand too close and people get burnt'
-Martha Jones.
Martha's right. Or should I say Martha was right. She's gone now, she died protecting the Doctor and me, along with most of unit, me and the Doctor were their top priority. Protect them at all costs.
A streetlamp flashes suddenly and that soft yellow reminds me, Rose. Such a sweet girl, she defied the laws of space and time, just to get to him. I told you I'd never leave you. I told you it was gonna be forever.
She's dead too, she took the lone shot for him, I only got used to this face I couldn't handle another…
When he saw her, he did the one thing I never thought I'd live to see him do, he burst into tears. Rose? Well, she slapped him and asked him why he didn't even try, as hard as she did. It wouldn't have taken as long if you did it. Only about a week at most, not over a year.
I'm haunted by voices, Rose, Martha, my Mum, Grandpa, even the Doctor. I told you I'd never leave you …He's like fire… that trick with the car keys… you seem to be drifting, sweetheart… Rose, her name was Rose.
Screams echo trough the night, the stars shine brighter as if to encourage, the bloodshed...
Even in the darkest times, the Doctor has made me smile, Pompeii, ADIPOSE, Sontaran's, his Daughter, the library, Agatha Christie, the forest. He made us smile, Martha and me, Rose and Jack. He was so strong, back then, he was sad, but still tried. Now you take one look at him and you see a defeated man, he's stopped trying, like a pillow with too much stuffing he's starting to come apart at the seams. With Rose and Martha gone, I wonder what there is for him to live for, I wonder if I'm good enough, if he'll just live for me. For Earth.
The seams rip, and the wind blows through, his empty case, he is nailed to a tree. Life. He'll leave I know that. Everyone leaves eventually. It's just natural, but this, this cannot be what's planned for such a good man.
At this time, we are crouched under a fallen tree, the Doctor keeps talking, about how to defeat them. I look at him; his brown eyes are ice cold and rock hard, his face is paler than normal, except for a few large, deep cuts and one red handprint. I smile but he doesn't notice.
'There's a grief that can't be spoken.
There's a pain goes on and on.
Empty chairs at empty tables
Now my friends are dead and gone.
Here they talked of revolution.
Here it was they lit the flame.
Here they sang about tomorrow'
And tomorrow never came.
From the table in the corner
They could see a world reborn
And they rose with voices ringing
I can hear them now!
The very words that they had sung
Became their last communion
On the lonely barricade at dawn.
Oh my friends, my friends forgive me
That I live and you are gone.
There's a grief that can't be spoken.
There's a pain goes on and on.
Phantom faces at the window.
Phantom shadows on the floor.
Empty chairs at empty tables
Where my friends will meet no more.
Oh my friends, my friends, don't ask me
What your sacrifice was for
Empty chairs at empty tables
Where my friends will sing no more.'
Empty Chairs at Empty Tables,
Les Miserables, Marius