A Fallen Comrade
The Doctor was crying. Real, flowing tears were running down his cheeks. Nyssa patted his back. "It's all right, Doctor. We can get you a new one."
The Doctor frowned as he wrapped his cricket jumper more around himself. His face was streaked with tears. "It just wouldn't be the s-same," he stuttered. "It was s-so s-special!"
"Do you want to bury it now?" Nyssa asked trying not to point at the offending object. "I can't!" wailed the Doctor. "It's too soon!"
"Come on Doctor it has been six days! If you don't do anything soon, it'll smell!" The Doctor just rocked himself back and forth, oblivious.
Just then Tegan stormed in. She grabbed the offending object and shoved it into the Doctor's hands, despite his protesting wails.
"Jeez, Doc, it's just a rotten celery stick!" said Tegan. The Doctor just sobbed and kept on rocking himself, mourning his lost friend. Tegan and Nyssa looked at each other, knowing that it will be a long night on the TARDIS.
Fin.