The blonde sighed as she lowered herself to the cool smooth steps in front of her flat. It was nearly dark- but not quite. The time of night when the whole town was covered in a pre darkness calm as day drifted into the starlit cover of night. She fiddled with a loose thread on the hem of her jeans, night was when she felt his absence the most.
It had been three years since the day she had watched her madman in the blue box say goodbye. She had stood on that beach and watched as he vanished right in front of her, fading into a different dimension. In those three years so much had changed- and somehow at the same time it hadn't. Her days were filled with helping Jack rebuild Torchwood. Her nights however were a much different story- they were pretty much carbon copies of each other. She always came outside after dinner, and sat waiting and hoping for the blue police box to return.
Her gaze drifted upwards towards the sky as it before her eyes got darker. She searched the stars as they became easier to see, remembering what it was like to be among them-hurtling onwards towards the next adventure. How she wished tonight, much like every night that she was leaning against the rails in the brightly lit console room. She yearned to watch the skinny man in his pinstripe suit bound about like a excited little boy who had been given too many jelly babies.
She reached up her hand grasping the key that hung delicately on the ribbon the Doctor had hung it on years before. After a minute of turning the key over in her hand she stood up , her grip on the smooth metal of the old fashioned key she looked directly above her head and whispered, as if sending a prayer up. "I will always wait for you my doctor."