Chapter One: Goodbye Isn't All Sad...
John... John.
He honestly never thought he would spend his last days here, in this house. Daleks seemed terrifying on the surface, but this was so much harder for him to handle. He knew he couldn't spend the rest of his days alone...
His walls were covered in photographs of his loving wife and children, from around 2020... before the accident. It was cruel, how he could take Rose halfway around the universe and back without a scratch, but then once they were settled back on Earth she was snatched away by a careless drunk driver.
Jackie had been inconsolable; she'd locked herself in her bedroom for days, refusing to eat, grieving for the daughter she'd thought was safe at home once again.
It was Jack and Donna he had wept for, though.
Barely started in the world... Jack had been eight, Donna six.
Sometimes it was for the best.
These days, however, he sat buried in his memories of long, long ago. How old he truly was weighed down on his shoulders, even if he didn't look it.
His youngest, Sarah, had been fortunate enough to escape the crash that took the lives of her mother and siblings. She was his world.
It was she who sat next to him on that fateful December night and held his hand, long after all his people had gone. He wasn't afraid though. After all, everything has its' own time, and so everything comes to pass.
And so John Smith, the one who had once been known as the Doctor, came to pass.
The Universe welcomed him home with open arms.