I know the Doctor meant well, but he just couldn't, or wouldn't, give me what I really wanted. When I saw the Doctor, I briefly thought he was there to help me get back my heart. Instead it was obvious that he still saw me as the shallow flirt he'd first met and not the man who had his heart broken when the other half of his soul died in his arms. A little harmless flirting was okay, but I left the bar just as I had every night since I'd landed on this Star Wars wanna be planet. Alone.