She wandered. The Wolf wandered.
Salt. Grit blowing into her eyes. Brine on the cruel sea air. Sharp rocks like blackened teeth slicing the cliffs. And a solitary blue box, with a solitary man. A weeping woman. An unchanged memory.
Abandoned.
One kiss from the identical copy of the man she belonged with more than anybody in the world. He would think that he'd saved her from misery as she slowly aged and he, the immortal, invincible, stood tall and youthful. A slap in the face every day, but for her, that slap would be a kiss compared with complete and utter loneliness.
Abandoned.
Three years later. Three lifetimes. A woman is sitting in a hotel room. It is midnight, and moonlight is pouring into her room. The most heartbreaking noise you would ever hear. A crying woman, tears shining. No-one to help her, no-one to hold or to comfort her. She is alone, solitary.
Abandoned.