The lonely god drifts through time. His hearts breaking, his memories hurting. The last of his kind, the wanderer without a name, the oncoming storm.
So many names, so many titles that mean nothing to him. He is alone and for the first time in his life he is truly scared.
Disorientated he drifts, unable to clarify who he is or what he is. Unable to remember name, age, appearance. Just memories, memories of his loved ones, of companions, of Gallifrey, the lost planet, glide through the remains of his shattered brain.
And then he meets Rose. Rose, who is beautiful and clever and stupid and wise. Rose, who makes him feel alive again. Wonderful, funny, bright-eyed, argumentative, stubborn Rose.
And he feels happy, he feels needed and loved and he realises that he can go on, he can drag himself along and time will sooth his broken hearts, with a little help from Rose.
And then it all goes wrong. She is taken away. They are ripped apart and trapped in separate worlds and he feels as though his hearts are breaking again.
The universe is punishing him, the destroyer of worlds, the oncoming storm….
He will outlive them all, He will watch them die or leave forever.
And this is his punishment. Because he survived.