A young lady was taking a walk in the park. The weather was wet and gloomy, much to be expected in a place like this. It was raining harder than usual. No one in their right mind would be walking about in this weather. However, this lady had recently gotten into a fight with her boyfriend, so she had taken the umbrella and gone out to clear her mind. This situation wouldn't be sad at all if it wasn't for the fact it was mid-Christmas day. If anything, she would have to spend it alone. She had no family to go to. All of her friends were out with their own families. She was completely alone and heart broken.

Farther along the grey trail was a soaked wooden bench harboring an equally soaked man in a brown pinstriped suit. He stared hard at the ground with bloodshot eyes. His brown hair was, while wet, completely a mess. The young lady walked over to the man, sharing her white, lace-trimmed umbrella with him. "Is something the matter, mister?" she asked. "This isn't the type of weather to be sitting around."

The man didn't reply. Instead, he just kept staring at the ground with those broken, blood-shot eyes. She looked closer. His eyes were puffy – horribly, horribly puffy. For some odd reason, her heart sunk when she realized this man had been crying. She reached out her hand to him, palm up. "Come on, now. You'll get sick if you stay out here any longer."

Finally, he looked up at her. The look on his face made the lady's heart sink even more. "I won't get sick," he whispered. "I can't."

Her eyes widened. How can a man not get sick? He was no different than everyone else. "I beg your pardon?" she asked.

He managed a small laugh. "Well, I can't get sick."

"What do you mean you can't get sick?"

He smiled at her once more and shook his head before staring at the ground again. She was confused and curious about whom this man could be. A small part of her had thought this man before her could possibly be crazy. She wondered if she should leave the man alone or stick around a bit longer. She took a step back and looked at her surroundings. There was a playground, a couple of trees, a few more benches, and… an old, blue police box. How curious.

"What happened?" she asked, "What happened earlier that made you cry? If you don't mind me asking, that is…"

Not a word came from his lips.

"I mean, it's always good to talk about it. Not bottle it up. Let it out, you know?"

He looked up at her with the saddest look she had ever laid eyes upon. "I… Well. Have you ever lost someone dear to you?"

The young lady arched a brow. "Yes. Hasn't everyone?"

"Well, I had to leave a… a friend. I couldn't save her. Before I left her, she told me she loved me. But she was gone before I could tell her how I felt. Before I could tell her I loved her too."

"Did she die?"

"Well, I suppose you could say that."

"What was her name?"

His lips curled into a small, but painful smile. "Rose. Rose Tyler."

"I've heard her name before. She used to live around here. I'm so sorry."

He suddenly stood up, startling her. "Well, I suppose I should go now. Thank you."

And with that, the man walked over to the blue police box, opened the door, and stepped inside, closing the door behind him. The young lady tilted her head. The man didn't come out of the blue box. She shrugged it off and decided to walk back home. Before she left the area, she heard a noise. A bit of a whirl, was the best she could describe it as. She turned around to inspect the noise, and to her surprise… The blue box was gone.