A man had come up to Naomi only half an hour ago with the note. His demeanor was odd, his shoulders hunched and a frown came to his lips. The coat holding his shoulders down billowed behind him. He tried to smile at Naomi before it turned back into a frown and handed her the note.

"Goodbye," he whispered, although an odd twinkle came to his eyes. "And hello."

He tried to smile one more time, as if something familiar had come to him. An old friend's laugh or the feeling of standing so close to someone. She wasn't sure.

Naomi had yet to take the note, so gently he took her hand in a way she had memorized and placed the letter into her hand. He turned away, fixing the tie around his neck before walking back the way he came.

Naomi tried to yell out, she knew where she had seen him before but he was around the bend now and she no longer had the energy to run.

Slowly, she unfolded the envelope and pulled the letter out, stuffing the extra scrap into her pockets.

"My dearest Naomi," it read in familiar handwriting of her Doctor.

"By now, you've been taken back to Sheffield as rightfully so. I've crossed my own time stream to deliver this to you. It could've torn the whole Universe apart, but you were worth that.

"I need you to know that this was necessary. I've gotten too close to people in the past and they have gotten lost or have died by my side. I can't let myself fall so deeply again. Just know, that there will be days that you see me, but it won't be me. Something in the way I walk or how I talk that you'll recognize, that you'll know from the bottom of your heart. Just remember, it's not me.

"Even if that gaze feels like a million billion suns burning through your chest to run and hug me. To jump into my arms and kiss my face like you do. Or maybe there's a joke wrapped up in some nuance that you recognize. I don't know what I'm doing then because it's not who I am today. I'm just a memory now, to make your heart hurt even more.

"And I'm so, so sorry.

"Yours truly,
Doctor."

Naomi Hua didn't feel like herself anymore. She was more weighted with the secrets of the Universe. Her once dull eyes told a story of a million lives and yet she had barely aged since she was last in Sheffield.

It was odd, one moment she had been careening around the Universe. Her heart soaring farther than ever before. Her mother would've been disgusted at the sight of how in love she was with a woman. One that wasn't even human at that.

But now, her chapped smile came to her mind as she held a note in between her olive finger tips. The paper had been folded at each delicate crease at least a hundred times from her anxiousness. The blue ink that it had been written in had smeared with her finger tracing the lines. The ink transferring to the pad of her finger.

Naomi never knew a bad day as much as this one, not even when she had a DNA bomb stuck into her collar bone or when King James had tried to make a pass at her and Yaz. It was nothing, compared to this.

AN: I am so excited for the new season! For the new Doctor! For the new companions! For the new writer! I am just so excited and I've had this very vague idea in my head for a few weeks now. It'll be nice to write stories from a more modern era because I've been stuck doing episodes from Seasons One and Two recently.

I am going to be updating this as best as I can with one half on Wednesday the week the episode comes out and the other half on the Saturday before the next episode. The best thing is that there won't be any two part episodes so I won't have to wait to make sure all my ties are made. Although, I will go back and edit this to make sure no loose ends are left at the end of the series.

NEXT TIME: "We don't get aliens in Sheffield." In a South Yorkshire city, Ryan Sinclair, Naomi Hua, Yasmin Khan and Graham O'Brien are about to have their lives changed forever as a mysterious woman, unable to remember her own name, falls from the night sky. Can they believe a word she says? And can she help solve the strange events taking place across the city?