I do not belong here.

My body is sleeping but my soul is here, where the man that looks like the Doctor's tenth face lives with his blond companion.

I know I am here for a reason, so I watch.

They are lying together on a vehicle, on the shores of this Earth's equivalent of London.

Laughter drifts over the sound of the waves, and they point to the stars, naming them.

They are happy.

Perhaps this is what I am supposed to see.

The Doctor, living a normal life.

I don't know where I am.

And I don't know where I'm going.

I am always running to the Doctor, but this man is not the Doctor I seek.

This one is happy and will never be alone again.

This one does not need to be saved.