DISCLAIMER: I do not own Doctor Who. This is a nonprofit fan fiction.
Epilogue
Three years after seeing the Doctor for the last time, I learned what had made me so important to the future. I was working as doctor for just over a year when I made my great discovery. Almost close to closing time, I was working in the lab, so close to my breakthrough. Every day for the past seven months, I was researching and experimenting with new equations and chemicals. All the effort, frustration, and hard word hard paid off. I had found the cure for cancer.
It took eight months of experiment after experiment to make sure the medication was correct. In the clinical trials, it was 98% successful. Now, as long as the cancer was detected early enough, the infected person could be saved. Thanks to this discovery, I was invited to a medical conference with all the top scientists and medical researchers.
While I was giving my speech, I noticed someone walk in late. Only it was no ordinary person. The man that walked in was the man that had given me hope to fight through all the tough times. It was the Doctor. I smiled at him, continuing on with my lecture without interruption.
After explaining my research and the medication I had developed, reporters started asking questions.
"Dr. Brooks, this was no doubt a very complicated, frustrating discovery. What helped to keep you motivated?" One young reporter asked.
My eyes scanned the crowd, looking for the Doctor. When I found him, I felt myself smiling. "A strange man with a blue box."
