I guess it's taken this long to get over her. But, she's coming back. Yay!

"I knew it, acting all innocent," Donna stormed over to the railing of the TARDIS and grabbed the purple shirt lying there

"I knew it, acting all innocent," Donna stormed over to the railing of the TARDIS and grabbed the purple shirt lying there.

"I'm not the first am I?" She demanded. "How many women have you abducted?"

He stared at the purple shirt she had grasped in her hand. The overwhelming sadness that had been pushed to the back of his mind with Donna's appearance threatened to engulf him again.

Staggering through the burning streets. People staring in amazement as the Daleks and Cybermen had flown into Canary Wharf. The people screaming over lost loved ones. Sirens. Tears.

But he couldn't hear them.

He didn't care.

The only thing he could feel was his own heart. The most painful thing he had felt since he watched Gallifrey burn.

She'd made it better. And now she was gone.

He'd managed to get back to the TARDIS somehow, he stared at the consol. She'd sat there, mere hours previously tracing the source of the ghosts.

She wouldn't again.

Suddenly the anger and injustice built up inside him. He wanted to hit something, to have other people suffer for once instead of himself. It was always him who lost.

He glanced around the consol. The TARDIS whined with his grief – she had lost a friend just as much as he had.

Then he noticed. The purple top. It had fallen out of her bag as she'd rushed out to Jackie.

He picked it up and cradled it in his arms, like he wished he could cradle her.

She's got no clothes, he thought. Then almost laughed at the ridiculous things the mind came up with when it was in shock.

They hadn't even had a goodbye.

Suddenly, he flung the top over the railing and dashed over to the consol.

He was going to give her a goodbye if it was the last thing he did.

"That's my friend's," His voice cracked.

"Where is she then?" Her voice went through him like a knife. "Popped out for a spacewalk?"

"She's gone."

"Gone where?"

"I lost her," he muttered, horrified at the finality of the words. He'd let her down. He'd promised her forever. Now she was lost. One universe away – too far.

"Well you can hurry up and lose me!" She shouted.

The Doctor thought that he might have traded anything for her to be in the place Donna was so ungraciously filling right now.

Anything.

"How do you mean lost?"

He snapped. He snatched the purple top off her – no one was ever touching her things again – and yanked the consol into action with more force than was necessary.

"Right, Chiswick."

His hearts would just have to manage.