Finding Home
His planet was lost. Everything was gone. He was the last of his kind. There was no such thing as home.
He could remember the red grass, and the impressive city under the dome. He could remember the two suns, and the mountains of solitude. He could remember Gallifrey, the place he ran away from, where he could never go again, lost forever.
But when Rose's hand touched him, all thoughts of Gallifrey faded. She shone brighter than anything, making everything else lost in darkness.
She was home now.
(And when he lost home yet again, he knew he had lost it all)