Darkness hung around me like the old friend it was. The cold biting at any skin that was left uncovered. My face was stinging as warm wet tears streamed down my cheeks. I couldn't see much around me, but I knew where I was. I could feel it, one doesn't forget a place like this.
I had not meant to come back, it just sort of happened.
I was standing in a dark graveyard. Hundreds of grave stones dripping in shadows stood sentinel. I gaze slightly to the left and knew that I was right. No doubt about it.
Manhattan.
I walked over slowly to the grave stone that guarded over two of my companions, my best friends.
Amelia Pond and Rory Williams.
The events of that fateful day replayed in my head as I fell to my knees on their grave.
Amy had told me I shouldn't be alone, but that was all I could do. I couldn't face any more pain from loosing the people I loved. I was a broken man.
I began to sob more uncontrollably as I fondled the bottle of Aspirin in my hand.
Would it be quick?, I thought as I opened the bottle, Would it hurt? Would I see them again? Would I see them all again?
My thoughts drifted to my companions as I pulled a white pill out of the bottle.
I slowly lifted my hand to my mouth, almost close enough to touch my lips.
I felt electricity building in the air a nanosecond before a figure appeared in front of me, not two steps away.
"If you do that it's the end", the blonde woman with large hair said as she knelt down in front of me.
"Go away River", I said quietly not looking at her.
"Sweetie you know I won't", she said as she grabbed my wrist, pulling it away from my mouth.
