The Doctor laid in his bed trying to sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, he could only see one face. Hers. The Girl that he left behind. The Girl he burnt up a sun to say goodbye to. He didn't even get to say I love you.

He tossed around in his bed, and realizing he couldn't sleep, sat up. He looked around his room. He was barely ever in his room. The TARDIS wouldn't let him go anywhere else, so he just tried to go to sleep. His room was neat and perfect, and he had books lying across a table.

Everything reminded him of her. From the books that were all about space on his table, to the blue walls of his spaceship. He closed his eyes and saw her. Her smile reached into his heart and made him happy. Happier than he had ever been. But when he opened them, he just saw nothing but the walls of his room. He almost sobbed out loud, that was how much the intensity of the pain of her not being in the TARDIS hurt him.

He laid back in his bed, and thought about her, as he drifted off to sleep.