He knew where he was going. He was not going to Galifrey like he had always dreamed, the Galifrey that he knew, the old days. He was not going home. The war had turn the Time Lords ruthless. Even he was claimed by it. But he did what he had to do, save the universe. Because that's what the Doctor always did, didn't he? No, the Doctor would have found another way. That life didn't deserve to be called the Doctor. What he did to his home, he could never go back, they would never forgive. He was not going to Galifrey, he was going to Trenzalore.

He did not remember encountering his eleventh self, though he did remember one thing. He remembered where he was going, what was waiting for him. He was drawing close to it. His time drawing to a close. Someday he would be dead for real, may it be soon? He did not know when. All he knew was that his grave waiting on Trenzalore. But he had more things to do, it wasn't fair.

As he sacrificed himself to save Wilf, as he was regenerating he could only think of one thought,

I don't want to go.


AN: This was in 10's point of view. The next chapter will be the insight of the eleventh's final hour. Look for it, some time after Christmas. It's going to be a blue one.

I'd like to say, Matt was my Doctor. I could connect to him and he had that classic feel about him the last two Doctor's didn't.

I loved the way he flapped his hand about and how he could act like a total child but be both old and mature all at the same time. That's what made Matt truly one of the best Doctor's.

I give a special thanks to the cast and crew, that really had made these last 3 years truly amazing. And especially a big thank you to the Great and Powerful Moff, you are a genius. I can't wait to see what you have next in store for us. Until then, I can't stress the this enough thanks for everything, to the little girl in the garden to the impossible girl. From Galifrey to Trenzalore. We will miss you Matt. We will NEVER forget.

Run you clever boy and remember.

For it was the best.