Prolog.
Tardis is thinking.
My doctor. Oh my doctor. So sad. I know this to be true. Ever since Rose left. Well, she didn't leave, not really. She was ripped away from him. I feel both of them. Rose. The child. The Bad wolf. The doctor. The last of his kind. The oncoming storm. Well then. It's time to change this! WAIT! Who the hell is this! I'm in orbit around a bloody star!
"Who are you?"
"What?"
"Where am I?"
"What?"
"What the hell is this place?"
"WHAT?"
A/N That was Donna by the way.