The Doctor paced the T.A.R.D.I.S. floor. Back and forth, back and forth. Something was missing. Missing from the T.A.R.D.I.S. Missing from the Doctor. Missing from everything ever. The type of missing that leaves a big black whole. And the more it misses, the bigger the whole gets, the more the darkness of the missing covers. Until everything is covered by a big sheet of miss. There is nothing that can replace it. There is no hope even trying. The missing brings on such hopelessness and devastation that it feels like the End of All Things.
The Doctor sat down in his big blue box. A mad man, mad from missing, mad from longing. He pressed his hands into his eyes to stop the signs of missing.
He cried.
Silently, at first. But then he howls. Howls like a dog as tears stream down his face, distorting his features.
There is something missing. Something big and beautiful and perfect and just right. Missing.
The Ponds.
The Ponds are missing.