The lonely traveller
The Doctor sat on a lonely park bench. He had landed sometime in 1875 London and was getting very weird looks from the passers by. It was probably his clothes.
He didn't care though. He felt incredibly sad and lonely. Loss seamed to surround him. First the Time lords, then poor Rose, then the Master and now Martha. All he wanted was to have a permanent friend. Someone who was always there. Someone he could take anywhere without fear of them leaving him.
He looked at the phone Martha had given him, causing even weirder looks from the residents of 19th century London. Should he ring her? Should he tell her he wanted her back?
No. She had a family to look after and care for. He envied her for the first time. It wasn't fair. Everyone around him had a family, a friend or even an associate of the same species. He stood up and strode back his police box. The TARDIS stood lonely and unnoticed.
He got out the key and opened the door. He pushed a few buttons, turned a wheel or two and just for good measure hit the panel with his hammer.
He didn't care where he went. He hoped for some excitement, something to occupy himself. It was funny but without a companion he didn't seam to have as many adventures.
BANG!
Sparks shot everywhere out of the control panel and he was flung backwards. He hit the wall of the TARDIS with a crack and crumpled to the floor.