"You have to go," I yelled at him. "Doctor, you have to go now!"

"I'm not leaving you!" he screamed back, trying to stretch his hand out further.

"You have to, there's no other way!"

"There is always a way. I'm the Doctor, there's always something!"

I smiled at him sadly, knowing this would be the last time I ever saw him, his crazy hair and Chuck Taylors. "I used to think so too."

He didn't seem to hear, instead leaning back into the TARDIS and shouting to our other accomplice, "Rose! Get me the rope!"

He wasn't listening, and I knew I didn't have much longer until the Alreeys returned. "Can't you just admit it and go? Save yourselves before it's too late!"

"Get it through your mind that I am not leaving you." His determined face only made this harder, I wished they would just leave and get it over with.

As he was tinkering with the sonic screwdriver, I felt something pull at my arms. I looked behind my shoulder, seeing the bonds of the nightmare tugging at me. Wait, it was me that was resisting this? I didn't have to wait for the Alreeys to come, I could just decide when to go?

I knew what I had to do. For the people of Earth, along with the Doctor and Rose, I would have to be succumbed to my fears, the terror designed especially for me. I had a feeling I knew what it was- if they could see inside my mind, the first thing they would do was stick me in a coffin. But what was my life worth, compared to billions and billions of others? The Doctor would do it in a heartbeat. Well, really in two, hence his double hearts. Why shouldn't I do the same?

"Go," I said. "I mean it. In only a few minutes, they'll be here."

"I don't care. We will have you out by then."

I ignored him, sticking to the point. "When I go, you need to get in the TARDIS and fly away immediately. The world needs you to suck up your emotions and just listen to me for once."

At this, he stopped and looked up. "What?"

"Listen, Doctor. I might not see you again. I want to say that I regret nothing. At all." I smiled, reaching out a little for him, but of course not being able to reach. "Don't travel alone, okay? But don't forget me either."

His eyes followed my left hand, which was reaching down to the lever pulling me here. "Bella, what are you doing?"

I looked at him, one last time. "Goodbye, Doctor."

"Bella, no!"

But it was too late. I pushed the handle back, and was immediately sucked into the void.

The door slammed in my face. Stuck, stuck, stuck. Help, help, oh please, someone get me out of here, help-

"Lena, Lena!"

My eyes flew open, and I was breathing heavy. I gathered my surroundings. No box. Well, not a small one, anyway. Just the TARDIS. And no Alreeys. Instead, I found trusty Rory sitting on my bed, looking over me with concern. Thank heavens. I was safe.

"Rory," I sighed. "Sorry."

"It's no problem, you know that." He smiled softly. "Bad nightmare?"

"Not exactly. More of a bad memory."

"Ah. I know how that feels."

I plopped back down into my pillow. "Thanks for waking me up, Williams. You can go back to sleep now."

"You don't want me to stay here with you? I don't mind."

"No, it's okay. It's not worth you being grumpy all day tomorrow," I joked.

He started swatting at me with one of the smaller pillows on my bed. "Now look here, Miss I-Can't-Smile-Without-A-Cuppa-Coffee, I am always in a good mood."

"You lie!"

We were laughing so hard, we forgot to stay quiet. Soon, Amy was in the doorway, squinting against my lamp light. "Rory? Lena?"

"Oh, sorry Amy. We didn't mean to wake you," Rory apologized.

"What're the two of you doing?"

"Sometimes Lena needs me to wake her up from her dreams." He looked at me. "You alright?"

I nodded. "Thanks again."

"Alright then. Goodnight." He pulled the blankets up higher around me, then started out the door with his wife.

"Goodnight," I said quietly, reaching to turn out the light, even though I knew sleep would be impossible. It always was. Once the door had shut completely, I quietly reached under the bed, my hand searching around blindly for a certain shoebox I knew would help calm me down. I lifted it onto my lap and opened the lid, smiling down at my old, beat up Converse that were settled in snugly. That's not what I was in search of, however. Instead, I focused my attention on the flashlight hidden inside one of the navy blue Converse.

Discarding the box to the side, I once again settled down. With a struggled flick of a switch, the room was suddenly filled with glowing shapes, slowly revolving around the room.

"It's not what they really look like, of course," I remember him telling me. "But now you can sail through the stars. No matter where you are."

I smiled. This rusty little thing had gotten me through the toughest of times. Whenever the torment, torture, or fear got to be too much, I would slip this out of my pocket and be reminded of the better days. When I would wrap myself up and knot the long rope Rose had bought especially for me to the doorknob of the TARDIS, which isn't just a police box that can travel anywhere through space and time, but can also stop in the middle of space, too. The Doctor was not very happy when he first discovered me floating trough the air on my own (since he had insisted he held me by the ankle up until then), claiming it to be dangerous and risky. I replied, "What's the point of living if you're never going to take any risks?"

He had rolled his eyes and walked away, leaving me to look at my stars, but I could see the hint of a smile on his face.

Being trapped in the box back then, it was a little harder to see the full effect, since there was hardly any arm room, but it was better than nothing.

I needed a new one now, though. My current flashlight had started glitching a couple weeks ago, flicking off and on on its own, and it would stop spinning every once and a while then start again moments later, ect. It's use was about gone, but no one I knew could fix it. Well, there was one man, the creator of the gadget, but I wasn't allowed to ask him about It.

This was one of those moments when I wished the Doctor knew who I really /

Only a few hours later, I heard everyone start to get up. I thought about lying around a little while longer, taking my sweet time to get ready, when I heard the Doctor's door open, and instantly changed my mind.

I chucked off the covers, not even bothering to get dressed out of my pajamas first. He must have heard my approach, because his footsteps started to quicken. I raced forward, desperate to beat him. I took the shortcut into the kitchen today, proud of myself for remembering it this time. Even so, though, he was still there before me, looking smug as he took a bite of his toast.

"Damn you!" I hollered at him. "You're cheating somehow, I know it!"

"I," he said, dramatically placing a hand on his chest, "do not cheat."

"Rule number one," I shot back.

"The Doctor lies," I heard Rory and Amy echo near the stove.

Now who was smug? I had three against one.

"Even if I did cheat, I still got here first. Which means you," he tossed something small and brown at me, "still get the fakes."

I frowned, sulking as I walked over to the toaster. "Fakes" were the Doctor's term for those two little end pieces of bread that were always on the loaf. They could hardly qualify as actual slices, since nobody ever wanted to eat them. Alas, I was forced to. The Doctor and I had a race every time we were almost out of bread. Whoever got to the kitchen first in the morning got the good pieces, but runner up had to eat the fakes, even if they would rather starve.

And I always lost. Always.

Rory and Amy just stuck to oatmeal and coffee. The two of them acted as if they were growing a little tired of our childish games, but in reality I think they rather envied them. It's not like we acted like this all the time, either. Just in the mornings, before all of the hell began.

"Where are we off to today?" Amy asked, looking quite nice in a sweater and jean skirt.

"Can we stick to a planet that doesn't include memory loss?" Rory added, making me smile. He was still a bit wary after last week, when he got zapped with a laser gun that not only wiped his memory but his sense of logic, too. It got so bad he ended up thinking Amy was an apple.

"I don't know about memory loss, but there are some pretty nasty creatures on this one." The Doctor led us out into the main room, where he started flipping switches.

"Oh, great." Rory rolled his eyes. "Where is it this time?"

He paused for a dramatic effect. "Earth."

"Oh. That's not so bad."

I smiled. He hadn't caught on that the Doctor had just called us "nasty creatures". Yet.

"In the state of Wisconsin, to be exact. There's been a Slitheen attack."

I heard Rory groan.

Quickly, I rushed back to my room and changed into the first outfit I could find- jeans and a large sweatshirt. Not the most fashionable, but I didn't want to be left behind.

It had happened before.

The air outside was a bit nippy, and I was greatful I had chosen a sweatshirt over a tank top

Amy blew warm air onto her hands. "So how do you know these Slitheens are here?"

"The news," the Doctor replied.

"The news?"

"The news. They had all kinds of stories about strange sightings and such."

"I didn't know you kept up with the news."

He looked at the redhead."Why is it so strange to you that I opened a newspaper?"

"It just seems like such a human thing to do."

He flung his hands out before him. "Welcome to Earth."

"Great," I said, walking ahead of them. "Where do we start?"

"Not sure about that part." He reached a hand behind his head.

"Well then, we might as well check this place out then," Amy said, looking up at the large building before them. It was just now that I realized we had landed right out in the middle of a parking lot. "Since we have no other lead."

"I agree. Let's go." The Doctor continued to walk, but I fell behind, noticing a large sign not too far from the TARDIS.

"Um, maybe we shouldn't go here," I said hastily, trying to pull them away from the entrance door. "Why don't we try asking questions in that… Sonic restaurant over there?"

"We're already here, Lena, come on. We won't be long." Rory waved me over.

I sighed. "We always take long. Always." I trudged into the building, and I was shocked to see how much this resembled the one I had attended in an entirely different country. Tile floors, spirit posters supporting the team name, long hallways. We were unmistakably in a high school.

I crinkled my nose as Rory leaned over and said in my ear, "I understand why you didn't want to come here now."

We chuckled. I remember him telling me that he was somewhat teased in high school for being a nerd. Because, you know, anyone who can think for themselves doesn't always fit in with the "cool" group.

"What are we going to find here, Doctor?" I asked. "Are we really going to interrogate the students? I'd rather not talk to them."

"Why not? I bet they're lovely."

"You obviously haven't been to high school before."

"I have too! We just don't call it that on Gallifrey."

I wasn't so sure if I should ask, but I did anyway. "What do you call it?"

"The accademy."

Oh. "I don't know how the kids were on your planet, but here most of them don't like anything different than what they're used to."

"They're going to eat him alive for that bow tie," Rory said.

"They sure will," Amy agreed.

"They will not, bow ties are cool." The Doctor reached up to his collar and adjusted the tied fabric around his neck just like he usually does, but I couldn't help but notice it was almost an insecure motion.

"So what kind of shenanigans happened here?" I asked.

"Apparently, someone's going around injecting people with poison."

I looked at the Doctor. "And this automatically qualifies as a Slitheen attack?"

"Of course. Who else would shoot poison needles?"

I decided not to answer.

"You know, this should be-" The Doctor was interrupted by a loud, shaking noise. I think we all jumped by about a mile.

"What on Earth was that?" The Doctor exclaimed.

I smiled. "Welcome to Earth high school. You just heard a bell."

"Wait a minute. That signals the end of class," Rory pointed out. "Which means…"

"You might want to get out of the way." I rushed over to the side, near the doors we came in through, just in time. There was a loud pounding of feet as everyone quickly left their classes, rushing to get to the next one. They swarmed the middle, some couples stopping on the sidelines to make out when a teacher wasn't looking, creating a flowing line of teenagers. I looked around. Amy and Rory had made it to the other side, but the Doctor was missing. I looked into the crowd. There he was, trying to find his way out, turning his head this way and that, looking frantic.

I sighed. "For heavens sake, Doctor." I pushed my way through, thankful for the first time ever of the experience I had in one of these places.

"Come on, you." I grabbed the sleeve of his tweed jacket and pulled him along, bringing him safely to the other side.

"Thank you," he said, letting out a breath and coming his fingers through his hair. "That was quite scary."

I laughed. "You must scare easily."

"Of course I don't."

"Just by a pack of teens?"

"Precisely."

I shook my head. "Maybe we should follow them."

"Why?"

"To see where they're going. We can slyly sneak into a classroom with them then."

He snapped his fingers. "Good idea. Ponds! Follow the swarm!"

We made our way behind them. The crowd was not as overwhelming as before, since passing period was just about over.

"Let's see… Eenie, meenie, miney, moe." The Doctor pointed to a large wooden door that a tiny blonde girl was going through. He checked the label next to the door. "Ms. Gripes, Geometry. Sound good enough?"

"Let's just get it over with," I murmured.

We walked into the classroom just as the bell rang. At least we weren't late. I always hated being late.

"Why hello!" the Doctor greeted the class, interrupting the teacher. "I'm the Doctor, and these are my friends Amy, Rory, and Lena."

The students stared back at us, silent.

"So," he continued. "Have any of you seen anything strange lately? Specifically alien activity type things?"

The students still just stared.

"Large, green things? Shoot posion needles out of their fingers?"

More staring. On the other hand, I could see Ms. Gripes inching slowly towards her phone. I didn't feel like being locked up in the loony bin today. This tactic wasn't working.

"What he means is," I said, stepping forward. "There's been some murders reported around here, hasn't there?"

At this, they came out of their state of surprise and slowly nodded their heads.

"Right. Do any of you have any ideas who the person doing it might be?"

A few students raised their hands, looking at each other. Now I was the one surprised. I picked on the blonde girl we followed in here. "Yes?"

"Well, we were just talking about this yesterday, actually. But… We think it's Mrs. Staniper."

Ms. Gripes gasped. "Jennifer! How could you say such a thing?"

Amy walked up next to me. "Who's Mrs. Staniper?" she asked.

"The new librarian. She transferred here about a week ago. Came over from the middle school."

Oh. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. This told us nothing except that these people's bored minds didn't like the new transfer and connected her to the murders.

"The middle school in this town?" the Doctor guessed.

"Yes."

"Why did she transfer?"

The blonde shrugged. "No one knows exactly. Maybe they were treating her badly over there."

"I see." He turned to us. "Let's visit this librarian, just in case the kids are on to something. It's not like we have a better lead."

The three of us nodded.

"Are you the police?" we heard a small voice ask from the back of the room.

The Doctor turned his head. "Not exactly. Why do you ask?"

"Because I miss Jimmy," it was a girl. She looked teary eyed. "It's not fair that this happened to him."

Hold up. "Wait, this is happening to students here?"

She nodded at me. "Yes. Didn't you know that?"

Our silence answered the question.

"To the librarian?" Rory suggested.

"To the librarian," we all echoed.

Just as we were leaving, though, I noticed someone, and I stayed behind.

"Oh my gosh… Tasha?"

"I was wondering when you were going to notice me," a dark haired girl with glasses told me. Unlike the other children, she had a Scottish accent.

I ran forward and gave her a hug, despite however much she might not like it. "Why are you here? How is it possible?"

"Mum wanted to try America out for a little while. So we came here."

"I missed you! How long has it been?"

"About two years, now. Since you mysteriously left out of the blue. I was worried, at first, you know."

"At first?"

"Before I realized where you went." She nodded towards the door, where my friends had just left. "You were right. All of that time, I thought they were stories you made up. But there he is. He's different than how you described him, though."

"Yeah… He's changed quite a bit." I smiled. "But he's still the Doctor."

She smiled back. "I'm jealous. Zooming through galaxies? Sounds like a blast."

"It is," I agreed, then thought of an idea. "Hey, do you want to join us? I'm not sure if the Doctor will mind, but most likely he won't. It would be so much fun!"

"I don't know, Bella." She looked down. "I don't think I can. My parents will be so worried, and I can't just leave school…"

"Come on, be a rebellious teenager for once," I said. "Cell phones work wherever we are, so you can call your parents whenever you want. Plus, we can homeschool you, if you like."

"As much as I want to, I can't, Bella. I'm sorry."

I nodded. "Oh. Alright, then. Well… Enjoy your Geometry. Good bye."

I waved, then walked into the hallway.

"Hold up!" I heard a girl's voice say after about fifteen feet. "I'm coming!"

I half turned to see Tasha pacing towards me, back slung around her shoulder. "Glad to see you've come to your senses. Let's go find the group."

"So what exactly do you lot do?" Tasha asked.

"We find… stuff. And then we get rid of it, I suppose." I looked around. "Which way did you say the library was?"

"We'll be there in two seconds." She pointed to a large set of glass doors.

The room was completely empty. Loads of books, but no people.

"Didn't they say there were coming here?"

I nodded. "Yes, but I couldn't have found my way here without you. They have no one to help them." I sighed. "Come on, let's go find 'em."

We headed off back the way we came, traveling down a set of staircases to the first floor.

Where we were confronted by a tall, older woman, standing completely still, staring at us.

"Oh, Mrs. Staniper, hello." Tasha wrung her hands together. "We don't have passes, but we do have permission to leave…"

Now that I looked closer, the lady wasn't looking at us at all. She was staring above our heads, past us.

I turned to follow her gaze, wondering if she had seen the Doctor. Unfortunately, this was not the case. Instead, two men and another woman walked forward.

"Tasha," I said quietly, "I think we should run."

I tried to move past the librarian, but the fellows behind me took both Tasha and I by the arms, picking us up.

Tasha tried swatting at them. "Hey, you bloke! Put me down!"

"Well," I said, "this isn't good."

"I see why they don't allow students down here," Tasha told me. "Scary place."

We had been stuck in the basement of the high school, where it was cold and dark except for the dim light coming from the corner of the room.

"The Doctor should find us. Eventually."

She nodded. "Hope you're right." She smiled. "Speaking of the Doctor, what happened to trench coats and Converse? That man had a bow tie."

"That's kind of complicated."

"I have a feeling we've got a bit of time to discuss it."

I smiled. "Do you remember me telling you that he can't age?"

"Yes."

"Well, eventually, he has to change. When he's hurt in a way that would kill a human, he does this thing called regenerating. It's his way of healing himself, but in the process his body completely changes. His personality, too. It can be quite sad, actually. In a way, the previous Doctor does die."

"Whoa. Was he made to sound completely bonkers?"

"Sometimes, I think so."

She laughed. "So how many times has he regenerated?"

"This is the eleventh version of the Doctor. The one I used to tell you about- the trench coat and Converse- he was the tenth Doctor."

Tasha nodded, understanding. "Do you wish he hadn't regenerated?"

I shrugged. "I used to, in the beginning. Now, I see a lot of ten in him. And in his own ways, he makes me like him. He's funny, charming, challenging, and likes the oddest snacks."

"What about the girl you talked about? I got to meet her, once, remember? She was blonde."

"Yes, she was. I wonder about her a lot. I have no idea what happened to her. She was there when I left, but when I rejoined the Doctor, only Amy and Rory were with him."

"Why don't you ask the Doctor? About where she went?"

"I meant to tell you about that." I reached down and tied my long shoelaces. "You can't mention my real name. He doesn't… Well, he doesn't know it's me. He thinks I'm someone else, someone he just met recently."

"Is that why he called you Lena?"

"Yes."

"That doesn't make any sense, why don't you want him to know?"

I shrugged. "Not sure, exactly. It just seemed easier. That way, he won't have any regrets."

"What do you mean?"

"The Doctor's mind tends to blame itself a lot. In his memory, he left me, even though I chose to go, in the end."

"So you think it will be easier this way? If you just start over completely?"

"Exactly."

"Doesn't he recognize you, though?"

I lifted my hair. "I wasn't born a blonde. Started dying it right before I met you. Plus, I've grown quite a lot since then. I look loads different." I looked down. "I'm going to tell him, eventually. Just, could you keep my secret until I do?"

Tasha smiled. "Of course."

At this, we heard a door open. I stood up, glad to be leaving, but it wasn't the Doctor. It was a third of the group we had been looking for.

I crossed my arms. "Rory, you know you're not supposed to wander off."

"Look who's talking! I was searching for you."

"I didn't wander off, I stayed behind to get Tasha."

"Tasha."

"Yes. She's going to be joining us, hopefully. Tasha, meet Rory, Rory, meet Tasha."

"Hello," Tasha reached out her hand.

"'Lo. How do you two know each other?"

"We used to go to school together, after I moved to Bristol."

"Small world." He looked around. "Where are we?"

"The high school basement," Tasha said. "We've been down here for about half an hour."

"Lovely." He sat down next to me. "I left Amy and the Doctor on the second floor, when we realized you were gone."

I smiled. "You've always got to be the rescuer, don't you?"

"That's right." He leaned back on his hands. "So what have you two been doing while waiting?"

"Telling stories," Tasha said, giving me a look that said, Don't worry, I won't say a thing. I hated keeping secrets from Rory, but I couldn't trust him not to tell Amy, who I definitely couldn't trust not to tell the Doctor.

"Oh, my favorite past time." Rory looked at me. "Why don't we continue with your nightmares?"

"What?"

"If I'm going to keep waking you up every night, I deserve to know what I'm waking you up from."

"What nightmares?" Tasha asked.

I looked down. "They're nothing, really."

Rory gave me a look. "Well, nothing is sure scaring the hell out of you."

"I can't even remember them," I said.

"You're a terrible liar," Rory replied.

That's what he thought.

Before I had a chance to respond, I heard the creaking of the door open again. We all turned our heads hopefully, but to our dismay it was only one of the boys who had brought Tasha and I down here.

"Come," he said robotically.

We all stood up, seeing no other option.

He took us back upstairs and down a few hallways until we wound up in a very large room filled with tables and the distant sound of pans clanking together in the back. It had to be the cafeteria. It was not completely empty, however. I caught sight of Mrs. Staniper and her other two accomplices, who were standing next to Amy and the Doctor.

"There you are!" he beamed at the three of us.

Thanks to the TARDIS's translating, I could understand what the Slitheen (the Doctor had been right) was saying perfectly.

"One of you will stay with us," Mrs. Staniper said to Tasha, Rory and I. "The first two to step forward will go with the Doctor."

Without hesitation, I shoved Tasha and Rory in front of me, causing them to stumble a few steps towards the Doctor. Rory glanced back at me with an exasperated look, about to protest, but the leader beat him to it.

"Very well." She turned back to the Doctor. "You may go."

"Wait just a minute," he said. "I'm not leaving without her."

I went rigid at his words. So familiar.

The Slitheen shook her head. "That was our deal. You can save your friends, but one will stay with us to help."

"Help?" I said.

"We need more recruits," the man behind me explained.

Oh no. "Um, I don't think that's such a good idea. I would make a terrible Slitheen."

"Nonsense, you're perfect. You will fit in with the children amazingly. An even greater trick than being disguised as a teacher."

"Still, I'm awfully lazy, and I don't follow orders very well-"

"That will not be a problem. You wont be the one in control, seeing as you'll be dead."

Oh my stars. I was going to be killed and the have my body possessed by an alien.

I felt two hands clamp down on my shoulders, and I started squirming. "Please don't do this."

"Why ARE you doing this?" Amy asked Mrs. Staniper. "What's the point?"

"It has been proven that the human race is able to conquer over us," the Slitheen explained. "The more we get rid of, the less of a danger they are."

"Is that why you transferred from the middle school?" The Doctor questioned. "There was a bigger population here?"

"Precisely."

"Just because the humans can defeat you, that doesn't mean they will," Any said. "They don't even know you exist. If you continue on like this, however, and make yourself known, then they'll have something to defeat you for."

"If you leave now, no one will even remember you were here," the Doctor continued. "Come on, lets not make this like last time."

"Last time?" Rory questioned.

"How do you think I immediately knew what they were?"

It was silent for a moment as the Slitheens thought about their response. Finally, Mrs. Staniper said, "Very well. We will leave for now. But keep in mind, Doctor, we will be watching this planet. In defense mode."

"You do that. Can I have my friend back now?"

Mrs. Staniper nodded to the man, and he let go of me. I ran over, relieved, rejoining my group.

The Slitheens looked at each other, then reached their hands up to their foreheads, pulling on a zipper I hadnt noticed there before. The skin parted ways, like a costume, and the creatures shrugged the body off, kicking it aside as a green, worm-like thing appeared.

Farewell for now, Doctor, the one that had been Mrs. Staniper said, blinking its big, beady eyes. Then they disappeared upwards.

"Where did they go?" I wondered.

"Teleported to their ship."

Rory pointed to the disguises. "What happens to them?"

"Oh, well thats the bad part. Those people died when the Slitheens chose them as their disguise."

I looked down sadly. "I'll call the police."

The Doctor nodded.

Amy looked confused. "So that's it? They really just left?"

"Yup."

"That was boring," she muttered.

"Boring?" Tasha asked, surprised. "Isa- I mean, Lena almost just got turned into an alien robot, and you call that boring?"

The Doctor turned towards her, just seeming to realize her presence. "And who are you?"

"This is my friend Tasha," I slung my arm around her shoulders. "She wants to come with us."

"What did you tell her?"

"I said if it was alright with you, she was more than welcome to come."

He looked at her. "That would be quite a crowded party."

"Oh, come on," I said. "What's one more person? It's not like we don't have room in the TARDIS."

He smiled. "You're right. The more the merrier. I must warn you, though." He looked at Tasha, who held his stare. "Compared to what we usually do, this was a day off. You still up to it?"

Tasha grinned. "I'm all for a little adventure."

"Great! Let's go, the day's still young! There's places to go, things to see!"

I alerted the police of the situation, and suggested that they call the school and let the students be dismissed early in spite of the tragedy.

"Won't the police want us to stay and report?" Rory asked.

I can text my mum and tell her to stand in for us, say it was her who called, Tasha suggested.

"I like this one, Lena," the Doctor smiled at me.

We walked out the doors, leaving the school with one more person than we entered with.

And, despite the depressing scene, I couldn't help but be happy about it.

Before we left though, I noticed that the Doctor staggered behind a little, staring at the bodies we were forced to leave. So quietly that I could hardly hear him, he whispered, "I'm really sorry."

Then we hopped in the TARDIS and left.