I was drawn to him. No special reason can be told of me to why I was. He was just the man across the room. But he had a spark that I saw at once. The spark of something greater than human kind. I could feel him within me. The beating of twin hearts set my world on fire. The darkness in his eyes lit my mind. But the smile of his lips was a mere picture of what it could be.
I was drawn to him because he was one of my own. Thought gone forever had risen from ashes and dust. His being had called out to me. The repeated beat of drums a painful symbol of fear.
He was screaming inside. Because he had no one. No laughing spirit or brittle companion. No sorrowful soul or wishful friend. No falling mind or happy heart. No call from skies too burnt orange to tell. No friends, no foes, and no Doctor.
Quite like me really.