Bittersweet

She knew it was him as soon as he walked into the room. It was the eyes, she decided, no-one else had those eyes. They had seen pain and joy the likes of which no human ever had, they had wisdom and a life that no-one else could clam. Yes, it was him. But he was not as she remembered. That could only mean that the Doctor she had known was gone, dead.
As he approached her, she regarded the changed face, the longer hair, and the new outfit. Gone was the Bohemian look, replaced by Victorian splendor, she took in the frock coat, the cravat and the waistcoat, trying to equate what she saw with what she remembered.
"Sarah," He began. His voice still held notes of that wonderful deep resonance that she had loved so much,
"These are for you." He said, handing her two items that had appeared from his impossibly deep pockets.
One was a simple yellow yo-yo, the other was her Doctor's beloved long scarf. Sarah looked up just in time to see him smile at her and walk out. Gone from her life once again.
She clutched the scarf close to her and a piece of white paper fell from it into her hand. On it were four simple words that struck her right to the heart.

'I will always remember.'

Dead, and yet still alive in memory. A bittersweet torture indeed.

The End