He stood overlooking the planet as the Tardis orbited it dangerously. His jacket billowed in artificial breeze created and his hair flew wildly about. Together they were formidable. Fierce and untameable. Wild and unstoppable. They were known and feared by every being in the universe. Every time and every space bowed down to him. The last of Time Lords... and his Tardis. He withdrew his screwdriver, tossed it into the air allowing multiple rotations before catching it swiftly. Arm outstretched he aimed down at the deadly silent planet below giving him a frightening green glow. He stared dangerous over the end of it; a dark smile now fell across his face.

'You and me; Time and Space. You watch us run'

Running was exactly what he had in mind. Lots and lots of running. From what exactly... He had no idea yet. Once he'd performed this act of sheer madness, it was inevitable that everyone would want a piece of the action. Time, he had always said, could be rewritten. Usually within your own time stream, but sometimes, you had to step on toes to get your own way. The Doctor rarely stood on toes. He rarely took real advantage of the Tardis, rarely got anything he really wanted. Well this time would be different, he was going to...

Ring... Ring Ring... Ring Ring...

He was going to...

Ring ring!... Ring Ring!... Ring Ring!

He was going to answer that damn phone. Without shutting the doors he marched over to the console and dragged the phone from its resting place. Despite his frustration he answered with a very casual,

"Hello? ... Yes of course it is... New voice... New face... Sorry... This is a very bad line... Who? ... Well when are you? ... I can be there before you can blink... No... Wait... Don't blink..."

He replaced the handset with a small clatter. Marching towards the open doorway he held his screwdriver out once more, pointing it down towards the Library planet. He clenched his teeth together in frustration before throwing his arm fiercely to rest at his side, "I'll be back!" he scowled pointing with his finger, "I'll be back..," frowning he pocketed his screwdriver, "I always come back..."

He turned away not completely satisfied with his attempt at being powerful and feared; but for now it would have to do. He shut the doors in a very businesslike manner before half jogging, half hopping up the slope to the console, "Now... Dear...," he said fondly looking up at the console unit, "We have a small errand to run... but we will come back. I promise..."

With a few sharp taps the coordinates were set. As he pulled the large lever down quickly the Doctor hoped that the Tardis would finally obey him.

For a long time now he'd felt strange. He'd started to feel things that he'd never felt before. Well... Things he'd never felt this strongly before. Rage... Sadness... The desperate feeling of loneliness. He was starting to feel human...

Even as he stepped from his Tardis and his trademark smile formed across his face he felt lost. Behind the bright eyes there was an emptiness which radiated not one trait of the man he used to be.

The man he still claimed to be...