Inside Graham's bathroom, there simply was a shower, a bath, a sink and a toilet. When describing this room, there are many, pointless things a person could describe. However, even if it were Ryan's first time in Graham's bathroom, it's interior still wouldn't matter to him, not now. He could have had the whole room redecorated and Ryan would not notice.

Currently, he was a little too busy with the thoughts that were chaotic in his head and pulling at him in every direction.

Guilt, loss and relief.

Why relief? Is it because I finally have an excuse to stay at home? Is that why I let the Doctor go so easily?

Home, the Doctor, she died killing her world, and I let her.

D-i-e-d.

I hope she's ok, she must be okay? She's the Doctor after all!

I mean, she was.

And it's my fau—

"Ryan?" A soft knock tapped on the door.

Ryan wiped his eyes in order to compose himself for Graham's next, inevitable question.

"Are you okay?" Grahamasked, sincerely.

Ryan opened the door and indicated Graham join him, however, his head still remained bowed.

"Talk to me, Ryan."

"Yaz was right," Ryan confessed, arms folded in discomfort, "I just let her go,"

"Ryan, it's not—"

"No. It was selfish of me. Ever since we went home and encountered Zellin, and I went to see Tibo, I couldn't help but doubt how long this could last. When I heard it was gonna be over and life could go back to normal again, a part of me wanted that. But I let her sacrifice herself, in fact, I encouraged it because I was selfish, she's dead because of me and my dumb fears,"

"What did Zellin make you see, Ryan?"

Ryan shrugged, "I don't know."

"Ryan." Graham pushed him.

"Fine, fine. It was Earth, I come home after travelling and.. the world, everything is destroyed and burning, all our friends, my friends, yours. Everything. And there's just Tibo's voice, blaming me saying 'where were you, where were you' because I abandoned my home and my friend and left it vulnerable."

"It's not your responsibility, Ryan,"

"Tibo is,"

"Tibo can look after himself,"

"What if he can't? And what if the world falls to shreds when I'm off on other worlds? How am I not responsible then?!" He snapped, tear stained. "The Doctor, she was clearly upset for weeks and we did nothing! We went to Ko Sharmis' and when we saw Gallifrey, the look on her face, that was her home and didn't feel she could tell us!"

"You're not to blame, okay?"

"I know, I know, I'm sorry for snapping it's just, I feel so naive, we should've known."

The pair sat for a prolonged moment whilst Graham pondered his response.

"Y'know, Ryan, after Grace died, I wanted to explore the universe so I could run away and hide from my problems.. and it worked.. for a while, but I too.. I couldn't keep it up. Zellin, he um.. got in my head a bit too."

"What did you see?"

Graham rubbed his neck, uncomfortably, "well, um, it was my cancer, it came back, I tried to talk with the Doc about it but I guess now I realise she had bigger problems."

"You coulda talked to me," Ryan said comfortingly, "you can always talk to me,"

"I really appreciate that, Ryan, but that's not the point of my story,"

"Then what is?"

"Nothing ever goes to plan, things are out of our control and that's not our fault. Don't blame yourself Ryan, I did after Grace and that got me nowhere,"

"That sounds like something the Doctor would say," Ryan finally looked at him.

Graham chuckled in response, "come on, we have guests downstairs."

Yaz was still sat on the wall at the fam's usual meeting place, scuffing her shoes against the ground on which the almighty Doctor once stood.

She rembered the place around the corner on she told them she'd lost her family.

How long ago was it? Was the Master a part of it? When she said family, how broadly did she mean?

What was she hiding from us?

She felt stupid. Ignorant. Most of all, Yasmin Kahn felt small, this amazing alien had lived thousands of lifetimes and she thought that she, a human spec in the Doctor's existence, had had an impact or an importance in her life.

The Doctor died alone, no real family, we meant nothing to her anyway.

"That's not true," a silhouette formed against the sun that shined strenuously in Yaz's eyes

"What isn't?" Yaz answered, oblivious to who the man she was talking to was.

"What you're thinking," he replied.

Yaz shielded her eyes from the sun as she squinted for a glimpse. "What am I thinking then?"

"It's usually that the Doctor's got you beside yourself with worry, or, something similar."

Yaz stood up at this intimidated. "Who are you?"

"Do you not recognise me?"

The man stood forward until Yaz could see the boundless smile that had been spread upon his face at their previous meetings.

"Jack?!"

"Yup! Did you miss me.. again?!"

She smiled for a moment before remembering the previous events, "where have you been, you said you'd come when the Doctor needed you and now she's.. dead."

Her face dropped and she slumped back onto the wall.

"Dead?"

"Yes." She huffed, frustratedly.

"Yazmin Kahn, the Doctor is not dead."

"What?" She looked up at him slowly.

"I said I'd come when she needs me, and right now, she needs us all."

"Where is she?"

"Well.. urm, she's kind of in.."

"Tell me, Jack!" She sighed, exasperatedly.

"Prison."

"Sorry, what? Why?"

"I don't know, something her past-self did?" he waved a hand, not caring for the reason.

"Past-self?"

I'll tell you on the way."

"On the way to where?"

"Graham's house of course! We all really need to talk."

And with that, Jack took her by the hand as the pair ran to Graham's.

Duh! Duh! Duh!!!