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A blue box hovered in empty space, its coordinates seemingly pointing to nowhere. The Doctor, morose and silent inside his TARDIS, slowly approached the doors and flung them open, looking out into the darkness. The stars twinkled back at him, the constellations falling back into their familiar patterns. He looked out, around, and below his vantage point.
Staring out, unknown thoughts ran through his mind, and a small tear fell down his cheek. Fruitlessly, he reached out a hand to grasp at the wisps of the past, gone forever without a tangible trace. His time senses didn't even register the faintest whisper, so complete was the destruction. The galaxy of Kasterberous whirled around him as he wept over the empty space, the planet-shaped hole in space and in his hearts.
Alone, floating in the midst of space, he grieved for Gallifrey, a final memorial service, weeping for the memories that were slowly fading, the planet time could never find…and the home only he had known.
This is supposed to be sad...did it work?