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There was something about the loneliness of the tardis that always got to him. It was so quiet. Everything went at a pace so slow that a snail could beat in its sleep. Nothing moved everything still as if it was dead. Noiseless, soundless, still. You'd think a man traveling around the universe, striding across its land as if he owned it wouldn't mind a quiet night alone. No. In fact he did mind it. He didn't just disapprove of it he loathed it. When finally alone he roasted in the silence. Reprehended in its clutches and held responsible for its continuance.

He just couldn't accept it. He's seen the universe begin, and he has been to its end. There was always life, everything moved forward; always alive. And he was stuck alone. Bound to his tardis and the life of danger. Destruction filling in the footsteps he leaves as he walks on the fragile ground. And when everything ended, there was only silence. The iron curtain of his tardis, like his voice was ripped from him, forced to cry out and echo back in his own ears.

He should have been driven to madness. Completely deranged by the stillness, and yet he was untouched by its effect. Strong willed, balanced, and completely absolutely sane. Then again, maybe he wasn't. Maybe his full deck had lost its kings and queens and he was left with an imitation of them. Maybe his jokers were leading his kingdom. Now that was insane. Those were only theories though. It could just be the simple loneliness of the quiet room. He could just not like being alone. He was isolated from everyone else in his little blue box. The doors always shut tight and locked like a prison cell. The emptiness and irritation of it all. He had the tardis, but the tardis never seemed to respond to his touch other then being commanded by the pull of a lever. Never the sound of his voice or the stroke of his hand. It was alive, but not enough. It was still a cold machine.

The Doctor looked at his tardis. He had those keen eyes of his, vigilant and percipient. But they were old, old eyes. On the bridge of his nose rest his glasses. He had no need for them; they just made him look clever. Though there was no one now to look at them and think about how intelligent he was. Right now they were there to remind him that he was clever, and he was sane. He was tall with broad shoulders that showed how much he had been through. Always seeming like he was slouching and not showing his full height with his shoulders slumped heavily. His body was thin and long. He had muscles but they weren't much toned. All in all, he looked like a stereotypical geek. A nerd who knows everything about anything.

Now The Doctor wasn't exactly ugly. In fact he was quiet handsome. Where ever he went he could turn heads if he tried. He had a short jaw that fitted under his thin pink lips. Above his lips was a long nose. And then there were his eyes. Large and brown, full of life and twinkling with innocence. But if you looked closely they weren't the eyes that could fit his body. They were the eyes of a man who had seen death, over and over again. Maybe even causing a few. One hardened by war and destruction. One left with nothing and deafened by loneliness. His eyebrows were always drawn close to them, shielding them. Wild and angry, and yet soft and sad. His hair was different. You couldn't call it a name because it was one no one had seen before. It was crazy and eccentric and yet perfectly combed and content. It was different.

He stands up, the form of his figure rising above the ground tall and proud. His eyes twinkled as he mind churned with ideas like it always used to do. He puts his hands in his pockets and makes his way to the door. Slow and steady, there was no need for him to run. He takes hold of his tardis door and opens it to the fields of some farm. The air reeked of the 1800's. In his lifetime he's seen almost every movie made by humans. Most of them portrayed the 1800's as a black and white town in England, being rained upon as you stridden up and down the dull colored streets. But here it was, 1800 and beautifully green and blue. He closes the door again and makes his way back to the controls. His fingers dash across them in a wild frenzy, pulling this, pushing that. The tardis roaring to life in response to his touch. He grins as he pulls down on the last lever.

He opens the door again, this time the future was outside his blue box. A cleaner and fresher time. A future that bears no mark of war, no feeling of hate, or segregation all because of him. He breathed in the air and tasted the beauty of the world that he had helped to create. For a moment he just stands their, engrossed in the feeling and then he steps back inside. All is well.

"Bleep." His Tardis had spoken. Quickly, without a moment to waste, he springs from his relaxed state and into the trench coat of a new adventurous demeanor. At the controls his fingers dash around in a mad fit of bringing order out of a new found problem. This future was calling out to his tardis. It had seemed that all was not as well as he had thought previously.

A single red crack in the fabric of time was becoming a gap. Something had happened that had never happened before and never was supposed to. His mighty space ship let out it signature whine as it removed itself from where it stood. As it reappeared the doctor headed out.

He pulled his trench coat around him closer. He watched the snow fall from the sky in quarter sized clumps and hitting the ground with softness. Around him a blanket of the whiteness covered the town. Finally real snow. He stuck out his tongue for a moment to enjoy this scarce event and swallowed the frozen water.

"Bleck," he spat.

He continued on the narrow strip of road until he had found where his tardis originally had locked onto. It looked much different then the buildings that had surrounded it. They were small cozy homes. Some were tall apartments and others were small businesses. Nothing as large as this building. It looked over 600 feet wide and 1000 feet long with a good height of 11 stories. It seemed from his position to be entirely made out of sturdy concrete and hard cold metal. The building itself was enough to tell you to leave it be, but to aid in its message a large black fence with posters plastered all on it saying 'leave. Warning barb wire. No trespassing.'

Like he's ever listened to a warning before…

He took up the chance of adventure like any hero would. His heart beat faster and adrenaline rushed through his alien veins. He had lost everything in the few hundred years of being on this planet, but that would not stop him. He was determined to keep moving on.

He looked back at his time machine. It sat on the street corner, being washed by the circular orange glow of the tall street light. It was in plain sight. If the people who had sent that signal to him were not friendly then leaving the most powerful machine in the universe in plain sight wouldn't be such a great idea. He would have to move it.

That was simply the first thing to do. He got into his tardis and moved it under a bridge. It lead over a large gap in the grown, caused by an alien invasion a few months back. No one would remember it though, since in terms of time it never happened. He climbed out of the hole, being careful not to harm his signature trench coat. He would have to look presentable if they were nice aliens, or people.

He made his way down the streets back over the massive building. He took a long look at the barb wire. It could be electric. He picked up a leaf and moved over to the fence. Lightly he let it graze the side of the wire as it fell to the ground. No sparks, no burns, no electricity. All he needed was to cut it. But, what would he use?

He pulls out his sonic screwdriver and allows himself a cheerful witty grin. He turns it on and hears the sound of its hum as it goes to work. The small device melts a good section of the wire. Noiselessly, he advances.