##### 2 John
Why just why ... these words kept circling in John's mind. It had been a week since he had left Rose and what was now? Nothing really. Only ... that everything had changed.
I finally screwed it up. I had the chance and ... I totally messed it up. No, no, no, it was not my sole fault ... a tough fight always involves two. Yes, damn two. Everything was different now. Damn it, Rose, I'm the way I am and not the one I should be. Certainly ... my flower, the Doctor would have reacted differently, he would have held you tight and would have carried you on his hands from that moment forward and with the Tardis, he would have shown you the most beautiful beaches in the universe. I can not do that, yes, I ... I ... I ... stutter like a wet teen during his first time ... that's even ... in a sense, I ...
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The skinny man in the blue suit was sitting at a bar in some hotel, in some city, mourning by every trick in the book. Only the other one, always ... 'But the Doctor would have' ... or, 'But the Doctor would not have done that ...' No, no, it was true, he had had to leave Rose. Apparently, he had looked like such a lamentable figure that the beefy barman behind the counter put a bottle of Johnny W. and a glass in front of him. "Hey, man, welcome to the club and you're certainly not going to be the last one!"
John murmured to himself and was lost deep in his own thoughts that he did not notice the other man, who had just sat down on one of the stools next to him.
A funny guy, all in purple and what was that ...? In a peculiar way, the guy also looked very familiar to him. He wanted to address the other out of boredom, but when he saw the face in the mirror wall at the bar, he only let a shocked, "WHAT?" escape his lips.