The Doctor was alone. Always alone. Of course, he had the TARDIS, but she offered no help. Today, he sat on the little bench in the TARDIS, with his feet propped up on the console and his head leaned back, staring at the ceiling. "What now, girl?" he asked the TARDIS. She gave nothing back. "What do I do now? They're all gone."

Silence.

"Is that because of me? It is. You know it is. I've… I've been so selfish. Trying to take these magnificent women from their lives, their families, just to make myself less lonely. That's selfish, right? That's wrong."

He sat in the quiet for a moment. "Like Jack. Jack was fine before I found him. And then… it's my fault he's like he is. He's wrong, because of me. And, you know, I pity him, old girl. I pity him, because he's like me. He's lonely. No matter how much he loves someone, he can never spend the rest of his life with them, because they'll die and he'll just sit in the silence. Alone. I guess that makes us perfect for each other, eh?" the Doctor put forth a small chuckle. "And then there's the Master. I know he's not really my fault, but I still have the guilt of who he is on my shoulders. What would he be if I hadn't abandoned him? He could've been something magnificent - something beautiful. And now… now he's just psychotic. I should've been there for him all along, and maybe he wouldn't be like this. I could've helped him in the Time War, I could've helped him escape. I could've gotten rid of those bloody drums in his head, and he might not've died. That's one more death on my conscience."

He looked up at the time rotor, watching the luminescent rotors work the TARDIS through the Time Vortex. "It'll be that day tomorrow."

He waited for someone to ask "What day?", but no one did, so he answered himself. "The day I lost Rose to Pete's World. I was thinking of going back to Canary Wharf. What d'you think?"

The TARDIS offered no counsel. The Doctor looked down tiredly. "I dunno what to do." Just silence. "Maybe I should go visit Martha." he thought. He shook his head. "I can't. I've already interfered with her enough.

"Should I go see Jack?"

Nothing answered.

"No. He's got Torchwood. He's got that Ianto bloke and Gwen. He doesn't need me."

As the Doctor realized just how alone he really was, he felt a tear trickling down his cheek, and he sniffed. He decided he would go visit where he'd said goodbye to the Master - forever. The Master was the only one he thought would really understand the Doctor's loneliness. The TARDIS arrived at the beach in minutes, and the Doctor slowly walked out the door, taking his coat and throwing it over his shoulder so he would have something clean to sit on instead of ruining his suit with sand. He walked along the water for a few minutes until he found the exact spot where he'd left the Master's body to burn, laid down his coat, and sat down in front of the lapping waves. Of course, the Master had returned to him since then, but he missed the Master that wasn't completely insane. He poured out everything he was feeling and thinking about to the indifference of the waves, and then jumped when he heard footsteps behind him in the sand. When he whirled around, it was the Master looming above him, but it was the Master from their latest encounter - grimy clothes, dirty hair, and eyes sparkling with something under the tears that were filling them. "Master?" the Doctor whispered. The Master didn't reply and sat down next to the Doctor. "This is the place, then?"

The Doctor remained silent with embarrassment at the possibility that the Master could have heard every word he had just said. "The place where you burned my body?"

The Doctor nodded. The Time Lord next to him pulled his knees up to his chest and stared out at the sunset. "I guess I can see why you like Earth so much."

"How are you here?"

"Doesn't matter. Time Lord stuff."

"I'm a Time Lord, too."

"I'll tell you when you die, okay?"

Silence except for the waves lapping at their shoes. "Did you…?"

"Yeah. Every word."

"Oh."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be."

"I dunno how I can help you."

This time, the Doctor was shocked. He turned to stare at the Master incredulously. "You want… you want to help me?"

"Don't make a big deal out of it or I'll go away."

"Right, yeah, it's just… you never seemed to want to… help me."

"I know."

"And…?"

"I didn't know you felt like this. If I knew, I would've stepped forward to help you."

"Would you?"

"Yeah."

The Doctor prodded at the sand with his trainers. "Why? Why would you do that for me?" he wondered. The Master sighed and smiled. "You're not the only lonely one."

"But you're…"

"Crazy?"

"Well, I - "

"You were thinking it. You forget that I'm more psychic than you are, Doctor?" the Master demanded with hostility. The Doctor shook his head. "No, that's not what I -"

"Do you want me to come with you or not? Because I have… better things to do."

"Like what?" the Doctor scoffed. Without a word, the Master stood and began stalking back into the shadows, but the Doctor jumped to his feet, snatched his coat, and chased after him. "No, Master, I'm sorry!" he shouted. The Master stopped, whirled around, and shoved the Doctor backwards into the sand. "What happens when you break, Doctor?" he snarled.

"What happens when you're not 'the Doctor' anymore? What happens when you let go and become something like me? Because you will. I can see it in your eyes. It's gonna happen, and you can't stop it!" he ended in a shout. The Doctor laid there, exactly where the Master had pushed him, and didn't respond, to which the Master stormed away. The Doctor was frozen in place with fear, because he knew the Master was right. He could feel it in him sometimes - something dark and dangerous bubbling to the surface and threatening to overpower him. He only barely kept himself from shooting Jenny's killer - he knew he could be a killer if he did what the Master said he would. If he just let go. Let go of what? A question the Doctor was afraid to answer.

He got up and went back to the TARDIS. He didn't know where to go next. He felt like he'd been everywhere and done everything, but he knew that wasn't true. He just felt so...burnt out. Tired. He flipped several switches and buttons, not really knowing or caring where he went. It didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was taking his mind off everything, especially what the Master had said. The Doctor refused to let go.

The frustration disappeared once he heard the familiar sound of the brakes as the TARDIS landed. He shoved his hands in his pockets as he moved towards the door, wondering where he'd landed. The creak of the opening door was the only sound except for the gentle breeze outside and the soft throng of his trainers on the floor of the TARDIS. He stepped onto the grass - the apple grass. The city loomed above him, glittering and shining bright under the afternoon sun, with cars zooming overhead. The Time Lord smiled softly up at the blue sky and ran his fingers through his hair. Lovely memories of Rose took the place of the pool of dread in his head. He saw her blonde hair flapping in the wind, her warm brown eyes as she looked up at him, the excitement she held when the Doctor told her about the apple grass. His mood improved a bit, he began strolling along the fields to visit the city, realizing he'd never really had time for sightseeing when he was here twice before. He smiled softly, sniffing back tears, and shoved his hands deep in his pockets to sightsee. The people were bustling about happily, families, friends, and… couples. The Doctor's hearts sank, but he kept on, trying to remain positive. New Earth was beautiful. The towering city, the blue sky and the bright sun. New New York was beautiful. He looked over at the great hospital towering in the distance and began toward it, wondering if they'd gotten around to putting up a shop yet. Inside, he grinned. There was a shop now, and it was exactly where he recommended they should put it before. Again, he felt his hearts droop. He saw her everywhere in this hospital. He steeled himself and strode into the shop, plucking things off of shelves and examining them, and then making his way to the 'Wall of Fame', a collection of signed portraits of all the famous people to be patients at this particular hospital. He found the Face of Boe, the Duke of Manhattan, and then he found himself and Rose. He leaned down to look at the picture that must've been taken as they were leaving the hospital, because they looked hurried, and they were smiling. Both of them. The Doctor found his fingers gently touching Rose, and his hearts warmed, a smile found its way onto his face. As he felt his eyes smart with tears, he turned away and hurried to a different shelf. This one sold crystal figurines of said famous patients. The money would go in part to the hospital, in part to the government, and in part to the famous figure themselves. The Doctor picked up a Face of Boe figurine and then a figurine of himself and Rose, and brought them both to the counter. The girl working there didn't smile. "'Allo." the Doctor said with a smile. She glanced up at him. "Nice day out, innit?"

"Sure." she said, bagging the items and handing them over. The Doctor quickly thanked her and tucked the bag into his coat pocket - which was bigger on the inside. He hopped into one of the lifts and said, "Ward 26, thanks."

The lift accelerated up, and he was on the correct ward in a matter of seconds. Just for reminiscing, of course. A nurse made her way to the Doctor - and she was not a Catkind nurse. She looked human enough, although her arms had beautiful, intricate patterns naturally carved into them. She was born with them, and they gave away her species to the Doctor. "Hello, sir."

"Anything going on lately? No problems?" he asked immediately. She looked a bit confused until he whipped out his psychic paper and showed off his 'credentials', to which her eyes widened and she bowed. "Just one anomaly, Sir Doctor." she said. He tucked the psychic paper back into his pocket and followed her into the ward, where there was a quarantine center in place of what used to be Intensive Care. She pointed to one patient in the quarantine, who was surrounded by an army of doctors and nurses. "He's infected, sir, with a virus, but we don't have a clue what it is or where it came from."

"A virus?"

"From what we can tell, deadly and contagious. As soon as the patient arrived, there was an outbreak of the virus on the same ward, and we had to quarantine the lot."

"Who was the first patient? Show me." the Doctor commanded. The nurse shook her head. "We can't go inside the quarantine. Only the authorized doctors and individuals are allowed inside." she explained.

"Can you point him out? Show me a file - something?"

She nodded and they left the window that let them peer into a bit of the quarantine. They arrived at a huge row of filing cabinets and she rifled through one drawer and pulled out a manilla file with the insignia of a green moon on the front - the Universal sign for a hospital. "This is his file."

The Doctor was given the file and he flipped it open, scanning over the information. "Nine years old?" he demanded incredulously. The girl nodded. "From what his family said, they were from Great Cardiff and they were just coming for a visit. They stopped in New Wyoming and stayed at a little resort in New Jelm Mountain, and that's when they noticed he was sick."

"Symptoms?"

"It says them on the file - "

"Yes, but I'd like you to tell me."

"Erm, yes sir. At first, nausea, fever, and fatigue. Over time, though, he developed a strange red rash on his upper region and a constant pain in his stomach. When he was taken in, he was X-rayed. We found nothing, but one of the doctors suggested we use infrared X-rays, and we found millions of tiny organisms inside the boy. It appears…" She stifled a gag. "It appears they're eating him from the inside out."

The Doctor winced. Not much disgusted him anymore, but this...this was pushing it.

"Is there anything you lot can do?"

"We're trying, but there doesn't seem to be anything we can do! We even tried to make a vaccine from the organisms, but it just accelerated the virus faster!" She looked down. "I dunno what we can do anymore. What are you planning to do?"

"I'm not sure yet." He said truthfully. He walked back to the lift and left the hospital, back towards the TARDIS. He punched in the directions, and they were off.

He swung open the doors. Apparently, they'd materialized in the wrong spot, as there were soldiers there, having a meeting. They all stopped talking immediately and quickly cocked their guns at him. He quickly raised his hands.

"Woah, now! I'm sorry, but I really don't appreciate having guns pointed at me."

Suddenly, a woman with short, light blonde hair yanked in a short ponytail stood up. "Who the hell are you?" she demanded harshly. The Doctor leaned against the doorframe of the TARDIS and tugged on his ear. "Well, just… having a look about, I suppose."

"This area is quarantined. And what is that thing?"

She gestured with her own gun up at the TARDIS. The Doctor grinned and patted the wood. "Oh, this old girl? She's called a TARDIS. Time and Relative Dimensions in Space."

"What? Okay, I don't care."

She turned to the other men holding guns with thick black body armour. "Take him into holding, get him inspected, and if he's infected…"

The woman smirked at the Doctor. "I suppose we'll have to kill him. Can't risk getting the virus everywhere, can we?"

The Doctor's eyes widened dramatically and he backed into the TARDIS as the guards began advancing toward him. One leapt inside just before he shut the doors and aimed his gun straight between the Doctor's eyes. "Step away from those controls!" he shouted. The Doctor made a face and backed toward the controls. "Well, I'm sorry, but don't point that thing at me unless you plan to shoot. And, I suppose, if you do choose that I would be a little peeved, but then you'll get a spectacular show, so I guess it doesn't really matter. Now, are you gonna put the gun down?"

The guard looked the Doctor straight in the eyes, and then lowered his gun to the floor. "Good." the Doctor said quietly, nodding. He turned to the controls and began working. "Now, I don't usually like to do that because I think it's an invasion of privacy, but you really gave me no choice. Next time, if you don't want to get… persuaded, I suggest you stop waving your gun around and let me get to work."

"Yessir, sorry sir."

The Doctor bustled around the console for a moment, before stopping and turning back to the soldier. "Where was it that the virus originated?"

"The resort on Jelm Mountain, sir."

"Ah. Thanks."

He programmed the TARDIS to fly him to the aforementioned destination, and snatched two gas masks from underneath the console. "Now, put this on." he commanded the guard. He removed his face mask and replaced it with the gas mask, as the Doctor slipped the mask over his own head. "That should keep out the virus. Now, Allons-y!" He shouted, opening the doors, with the guard behind him looking at him like he was mad. "I'm not going out there!" he insisted. The Doctor rolled his eyes, wheeled around, and grabbed the guard by his shoulders. "That's probably a good idea, but what fun is just sitting around and doing nothing? No, come on, you wanted this job to go out there, get dirty! Make a difference with your own two hands!"

"I didn't want the job, sir! My mum applied me."

The Doctor stopped and sighed heavily. "Oh, alright, then. You stay in here, but don't touch! Alright? Don't touch anything."

"Yessir."

He whirled around, closed the TARDIS doors, and cautiously stepped through the entrance to the quarantine tent, erected around the Jelm Mountain Luxury Resort. There were men in hazmat suits bustling about, and as soon as the Doctor stepped inside, they all froze to stare at him. "Oh. Hello." he said with a small, awkward grin.

"Security breach on Entrance One." one of the suits said. The Doctor put his arms behind his back, smiled tautly, and nodded. "Yup."

"How did you get in?"

"Well, through the door over there. Sorry, am I interrupting something?"

"Just a bit, yeah."

"Oh. Well, don't mind me. I'll just mozy around and stay out of your business."

"Who the hell are you?"

"I'm the Doctor."

"What kind of Doctor? Did the Director send you?"

The Doctor scratched the back of his neck. "Ah! Yes, the Director, yes."

He whipped out his psychic paper and flashed it in front of their faces. "Right, and that's the Director of…?"

"Torchwood. What other Director might there be?"

He began strolling around the lobby, observing but not touching. "I dunno. Just making sure you know what you're talking about."

"Of course we know what we're talking about. What did he send you for?"

"Observation and elimination of the virus."

"That's what we're doing."

"Oh, but I'm good. Just give me a look about, and I'll figure out what you're dealing with." the Doctor said with a grin. The first suit glanced about before sighing resignedly and nodding. "First, you'll need to get into one of our suits." he said. The Doctor made a face and shook his head. "No thanks. I'll be fine in this." he said, gesturing to his gas mask. The suited man rolled his eyes. "Fine, whatever."

He gestured for the Doctor to follow him. "Sorry, what's your name?" the Doctor inquired.

"Ubinks. Reginold Ubinks."

"Must've had fun in school then, innit?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Sorry, right. So, Reggy - "

"No one calls me that."

"I do." the Doctor grinned. Reggy scowled and gestured to a group of scientists clustered around a table. "We caught a sample of the virus." he said. The Doctor grinned almost maniacally and danced past him and into the fray of men and women in baggy yellow hazmat suits. They parted a bit to let him through but then just bustled on like he wasn't even there. "Right, what're we dealing with here?" he asked himself softly. He bent over to examine the virus at close quarters. It was sealed safely inside a petri dish, and it was moving. The Doctor whipped out his sonic screwdriver and cautiously scanned the thing inside the petri dish, then looked at the readings and frowned. "No…" he murmured. Reggy sidled up to him and looked down at the dish. "I've not seen it up close before." he whispered. "It looks like it's alive."

"Yes, it is."

"What?"

"It's a living thing. Not just another group of bacteria or your normal Earth virus. Well, New Earth virus. It's an actual living, breathing thing. Back at the hospital I saw the X-Ray of this virus. It was eating the patient from the inside out."

"D'you know what it is?"

"Yes. I do. It has to be neutralized."

"I dunno how you plan on doing that. We can't even figure out what it is."

"Oh, well I'm very good." the Doctor said with a playful wink. He soon grew solemn. "There's only one way to get rid of this virus."

"Oh yeah? What's that?"

"We have to blow up the source."

"Jelm Mountain Travel Resort?"

"No. The entire city."

Reginald's face fell. "What?" he demanded. The Doctor didn't look at him. "It's the only way to save the planet. To save the galaxy." he said. There was stunned silence from the man beside him for a moment. "I thought you were a Doctor."

"I am. I'm just not the Doctor you were expecting."

"How the hell does that work? Killing an entire city? Can't we evacuate?"

"No."

The word was sharp and stern in the Doctor's throat. "We can't. The city is probably already infected and we have no way of telling if they've contracted the virus. See, it evolves with every host body. It figures out how we're detecting it and evolves so that we can't detect it. Not until it's too late and the host is almost dead. It diminishes symptoms so that it seems like the victim only has a head cold or a fever and it'll pass."

"Alright. Then we just take everyone that's ill in and evac the rest!"

"I told you, we can't. It's too late." the Doctor croaked. His eyes were filled with pity and sorrow that made Reginald believe that the Doctor really didn't want this to happen, but he had no choice. "I'm sorry, Doctor, but no."

The Doctor whirled around, eyes wide in disbelief. They seemed impossibly old and incomprehensibly sad. "What?"

"I'm not going to let you blow up this city. We'll find a way to beat it."

"I told you, there is no way. It's impossible to predict how this thing will evolve! Sooner than later, it'll be inside you lot!"

"You underestimate us, Doctor. We're the city of New Wyoming. We can do anything." the man said. The Doctor rolled his eyes with exasperation. "Oh, I should've known. Humans, stupid humans!"

"Sorry?"

He pushed out of the mess of scientists and stormed out of the lodge. "I'm sorry, Reggy, but if you won't do it, I have to." he mumbled to himself. The Time Lord barged into the TARDIS, slammed the doors shut behind him, ripped off his gas mask, and turned to the soldier, who was sitting on the bench beside the console and cradling his gun. "Right, where do I get access to missiles?" the Doctor demanded.

"Wait, what would you need them for?"

"Just tell me!" the Doctor roared. The soldier looked terrified, and rightly so. The Doctor looked outright insane.

Since the soldier had never had nerves of steel, he stuttered out what the Doctor wanted to know. "It's on the military website. Well, no. Not on the website. You need codes to access it. But only soldiers have the codes."

"Well, you're a soldier! You can tell me!"

"I could be put in jail for that."

"That won't matter if everyone's dead." the Doctor said quietly. The man looked down at his gun nervously. "Don't make me manipulate you again." the Time Lord threatened. Then, he softened. He realized how much this would be for the man to take in - a crazed alien bent on destroying a city and a ship that's bigger on the inside. "I'm sorry. What's your name?"

"Private Rick, sir."

"Private Rick, that's a nice name. You got family, Private?"

"Yessir."

"Where do they live?"

"Just East of here, sir, in a little settlement. We've got a farm."

"A farm? How lovely. Listen to me: if you don't help me do this, they will die."

"But they'll die if I do help you do this, sir. You're going to blow up the city - that includes their settlement."

"I'll take them in here." the Doctor promised. Private Rick froze. "Would that save them?"

"Yes, it would."

There was a tense silence and then the young man nodded. "Alright. Okay. Can we get them before I tell you, though? I don't want to get there too late."

The Doctor nodded, and set the TARDIS up to get there. The TARDIS landed rather shakily, and the Doctor thought that maybe, just maybe, she didn't approve of what he was going to do. He brushed off the thought and moved over to Rick. "You can go out, now." Rick looked up. "T-thanks. What do I tell them?"

The Doctor stiffened. He hadn't thought of that. "I dunno. Anything. Just not...y'know."

Rick nodded, and moved towards the door, and opened it, running outside. The Doctor peered out, as well. It was an unusually sunny day, and he could hear the cows mooing and the horses whinnying.

He saw Rick ring the doorbell, and a short woman with bushy hair and a big jaw came out of the door. They held onto each other tightly. The woman waved a tall man with gingery hair out, and he hugged Rick too, as a skinny boy, around ten years old came out as well. They talked for a second, then he heard the woman yell, "What?" The Doctor cringed. No, he didn't tell them. He told me he wouldn't.

Rick gently led them to the TARDIS, but the little boy was crying. "I'm not leavin' Applejack, or Pete. I can't, Rick, I can't!"

"Aw, Danny. It's okay! We can get a new horse, and a new cat."

"But they're gonna get the virus! They're gonna die!"

"I know. I'm sorry buddy." The woman patted Danny's shoulder. "Don't worry, love. Rick's right. We can get new ones." She sighed. "I'm gonna miss them, though."

"C'mon, mum, we've gotta go." She nodded and walked in, as did the rest. They all paled. "What?" She breathed, and the two adults ran out, with Rick chasing after them. But the boy just kept on staring. "It's smaller on the outside!"

"Oh, you are unique, aren't you?"

Danny shrugged. "I guess. I wouldn't know." Eventually, Rick and his parents came back in. His dad walked up to the Doctor. "Hello. I'm Martin, and this is Holly." He said, waving to the woman, who was staring at everything.

"This is impossible." She rasped. The Doctor closed the doors.

"Now, Rick! The codes!"

Rick looked up. "Oh...oh yeah."

"Codes? What codes?" Holly demanded.

"It's nothing, mum."

"Yeah right, Ricky! What codes?"

"Mum, believe me. It's nothing."

She dropped it. Rick turned towards the Doctor. He nodded. "Get on the site."

"Already done."

"The codes are 15380926-Shield-8." He said, with a heavy heart. The Doctor nodded, tapping in the numbers. His finger lingered over the Enter button. The TARDIS creaked threateningly. "I'm sorry, old girl. I'm so sorry. But I've got to." He rasped. He pressed Enter.

The TARDIS rocked and thrashed about dangerously, sending the Doctor, Private Rick, and his family flying through the console room. Just as soon as it began, the chaos was over. Everything was eerily still. The Doctor didn't move from his place on the metal grating that was the floor. He laid there, splayed out and breathing heavily, staring at the domed ceiling in horror. He heard the sounds of Rick's family recuperating, but he made no move to help them. All he did was lay there and listen. "Ricky? Are you alright?" Rick's mum asked shakily. "What happened?"

"I'm fine, mum. Make sure everyone else is okay." Rick said. He got to his feet and shook his head, but the nickname his mother had given him ricocheted in the Doctor's skull. Ricky. Ricky's death was his fault, too. Wasn't it? "Sir? Are you alright?" the human asked. His voice jolted the Doctor out of his stupor. He pasted on a smile and jumped to his feet. "Of course! Look at me - I'm always alright. Now, let's take you and your family to New Manhattan and drop you off. I'll deal with everything else." the Time Lord said. Rick looked around at his inquisitive family doubtfully. "But, sir - " he whispered, leaning in so they wouldn't hear. "What do I tell them?"

"Not the truth. You can't. If they ask if you or I had anything to do with the bombing, say no."

"What do I tell them?"

"I dunno." the Doctor admitted. "Humans, they'll believe anything."

"Not my mum."

The Doctor scowled playfully. "Mothers - now they're the one's you've got to worry about. Not aliens, not killer viruses, keep your eyes on those mothers." he said. His face broke out into a grin and he looked away. "Thanks, Ricky."

"I don't think I ever got your name, sir."

"The Doctor."

"Doctor what?"

"Just 'the Doctor', thanks." the Time Lord said. Rick frowned, but extended his hand to shake the Doctor's. "Well, I suppose I should thank you, 'Doctor', although you just committed mass murder back there."

The Doctor's hearts nearly stopped. He looked down at Private Rick in horror. "What?" he stuttered. The human didn't seem to notice his frightened gasp, because he grinned and turned back to his family. "Alright! Mum, Danny, Dad! Let's go, now."

"But - but what about the virus? We didn't bring our gas masks, we're not safe outside!" Holly pleaded. Rick smiled and took her hand gently. "Come and see." he said, leading her to the door. When he opened it, she burst into tears. "This is all just a nightmare, isn't it Ricky - just a nightmare, Ricky, you're not even here, and this isn't even real…"

As she kept blubbering on, the Doctor rolled his eyes and murmured snarky comments about mothers under his breath. Danny and Rick's father - Martin - came up behind the woman and gasped at the fact that the little blue box had moved from their farm to the bustling city of New Manhattan. "This is ridiculous." Martin said. He pushed past his wife and children and stumbled into the street. "Wow." Danny said. The Doctor rolled his eyes yet again and rushed over to them. He hurriedly pushed them out of the TARDIS, saying, "Yes, yes, it's quite cool, now you've got to go because I have things to do."

The family was dumped into New Manhattan and the Doctor slammed the TARDIS doors shut behind them, hurrying back to the console and programming the flight pattern for the bomb site. When he landed, the TARDIS shuddered slightly, and he looked up at the Time Rotor sympathetically. "I'm so sorry, girl. You know I had to. I didn't have a choice."

The TARDIS left him in cold silence. "I - " he started to apologize again, but decided against it. He didn't need to explain his actions to his own TARDIS. He scowled up at her and then pushed out of the door and into a charred wasteland.