The Doctor tiredly rubbed his ancient eyes, which had already seen too much. Another day with Donna and Martha. As soon as they woke up he would have to fake a smile, pretend everything was alright. But in reality it was not. He was still hurting, consumed by a numbness inside of his body. He'd lost the Master, and was once again the last of the Timelords. He still missed Rose, and was still nursing the damage from the Time War. This regeneration was not care free, as everyone thought. It was just better at keeping his emotions hidden.