One Night
The Doctor pulled the screen in front of him and started to scan the archives. A photo of a young woman appeared on the screen making him crack a small smile. It was downtime on the TARDIS and Clara was asleep.
"Old girl, where is she?" He quietly murmured to the console. Hot salty tear droplets rolled down his face. Quickly the TARDIS jolted to life taking him where he needed to be. He opened the door when the TARDIS finished wheezing and a picturesque view from a plateau took his breath away. Red flowers littered the slopes and the moon was a great big orb that shone making the area seemed like it was in daylight. The stars blinked brightly, burning millions of miles in the distance. He walked back into the TARDIS and saw Clara standing on the staircase to the console.
"What's the matter, Doctor?" She softly asked.
He smiled and said "Nothing, nothing at all."
One day, he thought, she will come back to me and hopefully my hearts will slowly begin to heal. He ran up the stairs and flicked switches, making the TARDIS come to life once more.
Outside of the TARDIS stood the woman from the photo, holding a horse. She smiled as the TARDIS began to disappear and jumped onto the horse.
"It's okay Shadowfax," she whispered into the horse's ear. "We will find each other once again, but it's not the right time. Not yet." The woman galloped into the distance with early morning rising.
The Doctor looked to the screen once again and it showed the woman galloping away on a black horse. His mouth dropped. The TARDIS knew what he needed and gave him a glimpse to renew his hope. Maybe, just maybe, it was time. Time for her to come home.