The Doctor was lonely. He had no companion to tell him everything was okay and nothing bad would happen. He began to wonder through the TARDIS and waited to hear Rose laugh, Martha to spout some doctor/nurse nonsense, Donna to say "Oi!", and for many of his companions to come back. But no one came back; there was no Rose, no Martha, and no Donna. He continued to walk through the TARDIS, only to go through each companion's room, his sadness growing and growing. When he reached Rose's room, some tears trickled out of his eyes. He was tired of all his companions disappear. When Madame Pompadour called him a lonely angel, she was correct. He was lonely, and he would live practically live forever, only to see everything he loved turn to dust. He would always be the last of the time lords, the last of his kind, and the lonely angel.

A/N: Try typing dark doctor into a YouTube search bar. I've watched a lot of videos where the Doctor says a long life isn't always better. Here's the website/video:(Add you tube to web address)

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Watched it yet? If so, my story is sort of like that, but its him missing his companions and wondering when he will ever see them again. We all understood that The Doctor always had companions, but never what he did when he lost them all. Here's another video, only in remembrance of the 10th doctor.

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The 10th doctor faced many things, but losing his companions was worse of all.