This Universe
The Time Lord's time ran out, and he was left with three tiny words on the tip of his tongue. Three tiny words were all he wanted to say, and this cursed Universe just wouldn't allow it.
This Universe. This Universe was incomplete, empty. This Universe had lost the most beautiful thing it possessed.
He held his face in his hands and sobbed. He cried for this Universe that had lost its Rose.
This Universe was empty. Broken. He was empty and broken.
The broken Time Lord went days without sleep, calculating, figuring, planning. He had a Universe to repair.