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"Hello! You have reached Martha Jones. Sorry, but I'm not in right now. Please call back later or leave a message!"
Beep.
"Hi, Doctor."
…
This is a mistake.
"I, uh, noticed you haven't changed the voicemail message. That's okay, I just thought that you might, seeing as it's your phone now."
Have you even used it once?
"…It's been a while since we've talked last. Ten years ago today I climbed into the TARDIS with you. I thought that you'd like to know."
I also thought you'd pick up the phone.
"We have some good times together. A lot of memories. It was fun, it really was."
Those memories are from another lifetime.
"I was wondering if you'd like to come over sometime? We could have tea and you know, catch up on things."
I miss you.
"…"
"I mean, if you're too busy traveling the universe, that's okay too. I know how important it is to you."
I want to see your face again, hear you laugh and listen to you go on about the stars.
"It's only a suggestion."
Why haven't I heard from you?
There's a ragged sigh, a stray tear and a wisp of hair that keeps falling into her face. She tells herself that's why she's crying.
"Can you at least pop in once and a while? Is that too much to ask? You…you promised that you would sometime!"
Her choked and strangled voice sounds unfamiliar to her.
"It's not that hard to take the TARDIS and come… t-to me!"
She blurts out the last words, then covers her mouth in shame.
What kind of person has she become?
End of voicemail.
There's a man on the other side. He heard the phone ringing and after seconds of searching, could not find it. However, he heard the message loud and clear.
Oh Martha Jones.
She wouldn't want him now, not like this.
With glistening eyes, he straightens his bow tie in the TARDIS mirror.
He knows he cannot dwell over the past.