Sorry I have not updated in a while. I have been super busy. Christmas as hectic, and I was gone the whole first week of January, then was gone again last weekend. Both were very tiring. Sorry, I'm rambling. Well enjoy, and hope you like it. And please review. Oh! I almost forgot. Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who.

The Doctor still had not moved from the stairs. Rory was growing impatient, tired, and a little hungry. But all he wanted was to find Amy. However he decided to go eat something. He knew the Doctor would stay that way for a while, and knew he would not be much help if he was weak from hunger. Maybe the Doctor would be out of his daydreaming when he got back. Rory walked down to the kitchen and started looking for something to cook. The Doctor was glad Rory left, he was wanting to be alone. He missed his home planet. The orange sky and burnt red leaves dancing on the trees as the wind moved ever so gracefully in the crisp air. The image reminded him of when he first saw the most beautiful thing in the world, and his the thing he stole from his own people, the TARDIS. He had always liked to think that he borrowed it, but in fact he stole it. He had no intention of taking it back, he never did. He had begun to think that the TARDIS had stolen him too.

The Doctor was taking his son to the Museum of Space Travel. He had been there when he was little, and could not wait to go back. He never knew why he had not gone back sooner. He really enjoyed it. He was glad his son would join him. His wife had died a few weeks ago, not wanting to regenerate. She claimed she had lived more than she thought was needed. He respected her for that. They needed something to get their attention off of that terrible day. His son had gotten married and had a little baby girl a while ago. She was about to start collage soon, too. But his son and his family came back to help his dad get though this. It was hard on the Doctor. He never liked endings.

Back in the TARDIS, the Doctor let a tear roll down his cheek. He loved that woman so much, maybe a little more than Rose. He loved Rose with both his hearts, but his wife will still be his first love, except maybe the TARDIS. She had been there in his darkest moments, and in his happiest. She would always comfort him, when he need him.

His son didn't really want to go to the museum, but decided that it would be good for his dad to get out of the house. It was just going to be the two of them, a son and father day. As he and his son walked up the steps to the museum, the Doctor handed his son some money to pay. The Doctor had to go to the bathroom. He had drank a lot on the way to the there. His son was looking at the time travel rules, when he met back up with him. They went trough the area dedicated to the past. Then they went through the area dedicated to the future. The tour guide told them about interfering with other races, and planets, even if everybody knew it already. It was a very strict law. The tour guide guided them to a room with the different stars. He loved that place. It looked and felt like you were actually in space. It was one of the best feelings he ever had. It made him want to run away from everything. Not just his wife's death, but everything, the way The Council was ruling, the fact that the Time Lords had stopped being the wonderful race they once were, and the stupid talk about war. And don't get him started on the new law about not interfering with other planets. The Doctor really disagreed with it. He thought that the Time Lords should help other races through their difficult times. But the Council thought very different, and he disliked that. Time Lords were supposed to help others, not sit back and do nothing. He liked to remember the Time Lords from the past, always helping other races and creating planets and galaxies and black holes. Now the Time Lords were so selfish. He was getting mad. Finally they left the room and made it to the Doctor's favorite part, the time and space machines. They started out with the oldest and made their way to the newest. The guide told them a little about each one. When they reached the Type 40 TARDIS, the Doctor fell in love. He stared at it for what seemed hours, but was only minutes. They tour made it way to the next one, but the Doctor was still staring at it. "Come on Dad, the tour is leaving us behind." his son mentioned. However, the Doctor did not hear him, he was to busy daydreaming of seeing the stars. "Isn't she the most beautiful thing you have ever seen?" asked the Doctor. His son just rolled his eyes. His dad had often told him his dreams of seeing the stars, and saving races and planets. The Doctor decided right then and there that he had to borrow it, just for one little trip. He had taken classes on how to fly one before the council made it a law not to interfere with other planets. Sure he had failed, but he could do it. He had to. Surly it wasn't that hard. Finally he took his eyes off of that sexy thing. He would be back soon, very soon.

In the next chapter he... Opps, Spoilers. :) Hoped you enjoyed it. And please review. I enjoy them, good or bad. Thanks for reading.