The TARDIS sighed to a halt next to a Cadiff restaurant. He'd been here before. Once, oh so long ago, before everything. The year was 1950, and he wanted to make one more stop before he said his last goodbye. The thought tore him apart.
He stepped out of his trusty friend, and snapped the doors closed. He tried walking to his destination, but couldn't manage, so he hailed a cab which drove him around to the front of the restaurant, slowly, painfully, the radiation ripping through every cell. He made his way to a building opposite the restaurants front, so he could lean against it, to support the body he had increasing trouble maintaining.
He scanned the diners through the large front window pane. Where were they? There. Sitting across from each other, she was picking at a basket of chips, he was abstaining from such a base activity.
Typical, he thought with a pained chuckle. That old man would never deign to eat a fried potato.
Then the woman locked eyes with him from across the street. He collapsed.
The next thing he knew he was lying on the ground, the woman standing over him.
"oh my, are you alright?" she asked.
"y-yes, fine" he mutters through a cough "just wearing on a bit, I suppose"
"do you need a doctor? There's a hospital not far from here"
"No, no. I've had quite enough of doctors recently"
She helps him to his feet, propping him up on the wall
"Thank you, what can I call you?"
"Susan" she says
"Right" he says "well I should be off"
"I don't think you're quite fit enough for any sort of travel right now"
"I'm fine. Well, I will be" he struggles to raise his arm to call another cab
"if you say so" the taxi pulls up next to them, she opens the door
He slowly grabs her hands, putting them on his chest. Looking her in the eyes, the last words he would ever say to her was
"thank you. goodbye" he gets in the car, closes the door. They drive away
"goodbye" the car rounds the corner "Grandfather"
