The Doctor was depressed. Not depressed fully, in an emo sort of way, more a deep sadness. A sadness that reached the core of his being and made his two hearts ache with grief. He had lost another.
He walked the crowded streets of the downtown of some big Earth city or another. He was searching for a friendly face. He would admit it to no one, not even himself that he all he needed was one person, one warm hearted person, who could tell with just one look that something was wrong. He needed someone to fix him, and that scared him just about to death.
As he passed an alley he heard a whimper, a shallow cry for help, and his dreary mood had vanished.