An idea I've been working on. I don't know if I'll ever get around to actually finishing it, but for now, here it is.


The Doctor looked around his TARDIS. It wasn't common for him to feel the way he did, so…apprehensive. He hated how barren it was, without anyone in there. He always seemed to have someone, a companion, a friend, someone to talk to. He contemplated how close he had been to having a new…no. We mustn't think of the past. In any case, who knows how much trouble Astrid would've gotten into if she'd come with him? That seemed to be all he was to his companions: trouble.

Maybe what he needed was a getaway, a vacation of sorts. Some relaxing place in the universe with no angels, Daleks, or anything potentially harmful or dangerous. He could use a place like that every once in a while. He went to the controls, thinking of a place, but for the first time, nothing came to mind. The Doctor leaned over his TARDIS, a deep, terrible loneliness catching hold of him. It's not easy….It never is easy to be the only one…

"No, it's not," the Doctor said to himself. "And it never will be, will it?"

Suddenly, the TARDIS's engines roared to life. The Doctor looked up at them in confusion.

"What?" he said loudly, not entirely sure what was going on. He hadn't put any coordinates in, and he sure as hell hadn't touched anything. The TARDIS was flying on its own accord, but where to? The Doctor looked at the screen, trying to figure out what was going on. Coordinates appeared on the screen, and a place became apparent. Earth, 2012, America.

The Doctor grabbed on for dear life as he fell through time and space. Finally, he came to a stop.

He looked at the TARDIS's doors, as if waiting for someone to open them. Well, he thought to himself. There's only one way to find out what this is all about.

Armed with his favorite trench coat and his sonic screwdriver, the Doctor opened the door.