Another year later…
With the hole of time and space to travel, the TARDIS hadn't moved in over a year.
It was slowly decaying and growing mould as the months went by. The TARDIS was much weaker now, but not as weak as the man inside it.
Living in his bedroom for the past year was the Doctor. He was lying on his bed in an orange onsie and a burgundy dressing gown, whilst listening to his favourite Snow Patrol album. He knew all the lyrics to it by now and wailed his way through each song.
Laying on the bed beside him, was two jars of Marshmallow Fluff, three tubs of rocky-road ice-cream, a can of red bull and an empty bottle of Rosé wine.
There, fixed on the wall, was a plasma TV which was currently showing 'Eat, Pray, Love' on repeat and under the TV, there was a cabinet, which was filled with a list of other romance films: 'Love Actually', 'you've got mail' and 'While you were sleeping'.
The room itself was sprayed with a Rose scented perfume and in a vase on the bedside table were some withered roses.
Most disturbingly, the Doctor was sniffing one of Rose's tee-shirts (the one where they visited New New York) and kept it with him always.
The Doctor was a wreck! His new beard was untidy and he hadn't showered in months. His breath smelt of soured alcohol and there was a half-drunk bottle of whisky in his hand.
The Doctor still hadn't gotten over Rose.
Suddenly out of nowhere, someone knocked on the door and the Doctor sat up in surprise.
How the hell did someone get in the TARDIS?
"Er… Come in" the Doctor said.
The door opened giving off a little creak and there standing in the doorway of the Doctor's bedroom, stood Captain Jack.
"Hello handsome!" he said.