Author's Note/Disclaimer - The Doctor and Doctor Who belong entirely to the BBC, I'm just taking them for a joyride.
The Doctor smiled, but it was a smile that he himself didn't quite recognise, a smile that perhaps echoed not the past but the future. It was a false smile. A smile born from hiding feelings. And yet this smile in itself said so much – about loneliness and yearning, losses in the past and knowledge of losses yet to come, he could foresee that much, wherever he travelled there were always losses. The chief among these he suspected would be his own loss of self, his death and transformation into someone new. Someone different. Someone perhaps better but who could tell until it happened. it would happen and soon. He could feel it, had been almost told it on the London bus. There was something brewing in the air, something dark would happen soon.