There I sat looking down on the empty space of were my planet once was. Starring down at the darkness made me realize how alone I really was. I could still picture the fire that came from the planet as I watched in horror as everything I knew burned. Then there was darkness. I felt a void that couldn't be filled. The grief had not hit me yet I still felt as though I could walk on the surface and smell the scent of roses and fresh grass. I did not realize I was crying till the warm drop hit my leg. I heard fast footsteps coming towards me. I wipe the salty tears from my eyes quickly and turn around. There stood a man he was tall and thin. His brown hair was ruffled up and his eyes were a rich brown. The stranger wore a brown suit and blue tie with white converse even thou it didn't match at all, it some how fit him. He looked to be about twenty but his eyes seemed so much older as if he had seen so much pain. Something I could relate to right now. He looked at me sadly "what? What happened?" his English accent toke me by surprise. He ran towards the glass window that was the size of the wall. He stared at the place where my home once was "How?" He seemed surprised as he ran his hair through his hair. How had he not heard the explosion? It was ear rattling noise. How did he not see the flash of light? The strange man turned around and faced me. "What happened to the planet Vatora?" he questioned. I didn't know what to say what I should tell him. I just destroyed the whole race. Yah! That sounds swell. "it's gone" I reply weakly." What do you mean it's gone? It can't just be gone?". " I mean it's gone everyone dead, everything is gone" I waited for the tears to start again, but they didn't "I am the last". Saying those words gave me the reality of the whole thing. There was nobody. I walk to the glass hoping to see something that would comfort me but now only the sun was in sight. He stood next to me as if lost in his own thoughts. Under my breathe I whispered "does it ever get better" to no one in particular." No" he said sadly. "What? What did you say?" surprised that he heard me. "No it doesn't get better ". Even though he was there his voice seemed distant like he was talking to himself "you live with the pain every day the loneliness, the sorrow, the guilt. It never truly goes away." How did this man know how I felt but for some reason I knew he could relate the way he looked at the emptiness as if he had seen this before? The way he spoke about it as if this was a reminder of something. He turned to me sadly "I am sorry, I am so sorry" he said it as if it was his fault. I turn away from his gaze. it was my fault no matter what way I look at it. Trying to the change the topic I ask "so who are you exactly?" he seemed to snap out of his trance as he answered "I'm the Doctor and you". "Angel, Angel Rose" I reply "well Angel do you want to come on adventure?