That morning, Sarah Jane woke up crying. It wasn't that strange for her to spill a tear or two when she was alone, because, well. When you keep everything locked up; it's going to leak through some time.
She'd been dreaming of the Doctor again. About what would have happened if she'd said "Yes!" to his offer of taking her around the Galaxy once more.
Even though he wasn't her Doctor. He was still The Doctor. He still had that effect on her.
As she pulled her dressing gown around her tighter, and sunk her feet into her slippers, she wondered. Would she still be going? Would she have tripped, or fallen? Would she have been a distraction to the Doctor? Would she have...
Yeah well. That's all it would ever be. Would have's.
Standing at the top of the flight of stairs, Sarah Jane sighed. One of these days she wouldn't make it down them. And she's be trapped. All alone. With only a Super-Computer and a Robotic-Dog.
She chewed on a nail, the scowled herself for doing so. It wouldn't do to ruin her exterior, just because her interior was falling apart.
She made her way into the kitchen, ignoring the TARDIS, and heading straight for the kettle.
Once she had made her tea, she turned to face it, leaning against the counter. "You really are a foolish old woman Sarah Jane."
She shook her head at her sillyness, and reached for a packet of biscuits. She'd just used up all the milk. That was another thing to add to her ever piling list of things to do, buy more milk.
Leaving the forgotten biscuits on the counter, she drew up a chair and stared at the TARDIS.
"If only..."
A rather snazzy man in a pin stripped tux stepped out, with a floor length, brown coat.
"Ha." Sarah Jane smiled.
He smiled too. "My Sarah-Jane." He sounded almost proud of her.
She willed the apperation to sit.
Which he did, after smiling at her some more.
"Well. As much as I'd like to sit and chat to myself, I need to get to work." She said, excusing herself from... Her own imagination? She NEEDED to get out more.
"Um, Sarah Jane?" The Doctor said, dumbfounded. "Hello? It's me? The Doctor!" He spread his arms, confused and annoyed.
Sarah Jane poked her head round the door, "And I'm Davros."