With his failed escape attempt all illusions of a compliant Doctor were gone. He laid on the bed and ignored Jack. He refused to take his pills or eat his breakfast. When Martha got there she saw the frustration on Jack's face as he sat at the top of the ladder staring down into his bedroom.

"Bad night," she asked concerned. Not saying a word Jack reached into his pocket and pulled out five quid. Handing it over to her he turned and headed towards his office.

"So you tried to escape last night." Martha commented heading into Jack's room. "Also I see you haven't taken your pills or ate. I am not above restraining you again and putting another feeding tube down your throat."

"I'd like to see you try." The Doctor mumbled into his pillow.

"Oh I know I couldn't do it on my own but with me, Jack, Ianto, Owen, Tosh and Gwen, I am sure we can hold you down long enough for me to sedate you. And before you think I can't, I had Jack retrieve it from the TARDIS back when you first landed. So how about we start this morning again." Martha climbed up out of the room, waited a minute and then went back down.

"Good morning Doctor," She said cheerfully. "Did you sleep well?"

"Fine," he grumbled as he sat up and took the pills sitting on the table.

"I am hoping to remove the stitches in your right arm today but we are probably going to have to leave it bandaged for another few days. How is it feeling?"

"Itchy," he commented as he picked at the cold toast. He made a face as he picked up the cup of tea and found it was stone cold as well. He wondered if Martha would take pity on him and at least let him have fresh tea and food. He glanced up at her and saw her arms were crossed as she watched him.

"If we are starting the morning over, can we start breakfast over as well?" He asked hopefully.

"I don't see why not." Martha smiled. "If you let me take care of your arm first we will find you some decent food."

"Does me trying to leave last night push back our day trip in the TARDIS," He asked as he headed into the bathroom to dress. Even though the door had been taken off so he couldn't lock himself in there it at least gave him the illusion of some privacy from Martha watching him.

"Honestly I would be more worried if you hadn't tried. Just don't make a habit of it." Martha smiled.

"I need to shave," He commented looking in the mirror and frowning at the stubble.

"Jack can help you shave later. Now let me see your arm." He came over and held his arm out to her. She unwrapped the bandages and looked at the red skin.

"You've been scratching." She tutted.

"It itches," He whined. She shook her head as she wrapped his arm back up again.

"Let's go get breakfast."

-DW-

He almost couldn't go through with stopping the Time War when he realized that it would destroy everyone on Gallifrey regardless of their age. There was no way to distinguish between one blood line or another. He parked the TARDIS on the fields that Koschei's father owned and walked them one last time. He took a deep breath of the fresh Gallifreyan air and then sat down and took off his shoes. Standing up again he walked in the red grass enjoying the feeling of it beneath his bare toes.

He walked to the edge of the property before turning to look at the mountains in the distance. Solace and Solitude loomed and he knew within them was the Citadel. The vote would be cast later today to end the war. Everyone high up, was being called back to hear the historical vote that would end the universe itself.

He thought of his son again lost on Arcadia. Just days later he had received word that both Koschei and his namesake had gone missing. The only child he knew was still alive was his middle son and he was with in the Citadel. He turned to walk slowly back to the TARDIS. Upon reaching her he gently rubbed his hand upon her soft wood and she hummed sadly at him.

He sent her into the vortex and landed just far enough away he could end the war. He watched as Gallifrey disappeared from the monitor leaving a black hole in it's wake. He stared at it in disbelief of what he had just done. He stumbled out of the console room and through the door to the garden that held the red grass he loved so much. Laying down in it he pictured he was laying on the grass with Koschei. Time passed around him, he didn't care. He was alone. He didn't know how long he had laid there before he felt the regeneration energy spike within him and when he opened his eyes again he was bald with a Northern accent.

He still felt alone and went looking for danger. Anything to keep his mind off of what he had done. That is when he met her.