Star Gazing
Two friends, lying on a gently sloping hill, watching the stars.
The light casting a pale glow on everything, washing away the ugliness, the dirtiness, the darkness.
Millions and millions of possibilities unfurling in the glorious night sky.
She turned her head. "Do you ever get tired of looking at the stars?"
The Doctor drew a breath and turned his gaze upwards.
"Never."
And as if saying the word had destroyed some doubt harboring deep within his soul, he sighed to himself and smiled. "Never."
