A/N: I always kind of neglect series 3 ... so this is my little gesture to it! I hope there'll be more to come.
The Year That Never Was
During the Year That Never Was, he had a lot of time to think. Time to think about how he got here, if they'd ever be able to leave. Time to get introspective.
He found it easier to fill up the seemingly endless hours inside that cage just by thinking.
He thought of his companions, of the events and people that had led him here. Not just in the immediate time leading up to it, but in the grand scheme of things.
Susan, Ian, Barbara … Peri, Tegan, Sarah Jane, Ace. Grace and Donna. Astrid.
He thought sometimes of Rose. Of how she was doing in Pete's World, if she ever still thought of him. He wondered what she'd say if she could see him now, shrivelled up and ancient. He was glad that she couldn't.
His mind often wandered to Martha, to her roaming the continents, delivering the mantra. To Jack, chained up and alone, repeatedly dying like Prometheus for stealing fire. Just for trying to help people, trying to help him. They all were.
When he really thought about Boe's words - "You Are Not Alone" - the Doctor realised he wasn't just talking about Time Lords.
