Minutes, became hours , hours became days and days became weeks, I couldn't find him and hope was beginning to turn scarce. He was nowhere to be seen regardless of how much I tried.

I followed leads met with old companions -the few- that I knew could help me.

Donna Noble( Nowadays known as Donna Temple) thought I was crazy she's never heard of the Doctor.

Her grandfather who had heard what I was talking about shushed me, took me aside whilst saying to Donna "Oh sory my dear Donna she meant to talk to me, it's about an old friend of mine, the old man is crazy calls himself The Dctor, can you believe that?". He told what had happened with her, how he made her forget because she couldn't handle all that she knew

Wilfred Mott a man with a heart of gold and eyes in the stars, I told him who my father was , what had happened and why my father was dying and he looked at me with extremely sad eyes, "He made Donna forget, he made sure Donna never suffered that fate. He had to say goodbye to her forever. I saw him die he took my place instead. He was hurt because of me. " then I explained that the doctor had died "but don't worry" I said "Time lords have a way of cheating death." I explained the regeneration process in all of it's forms The Explosion, The White Light, The Watcher, The Disciplinary, The Memory Vortex, The Morph, The Swirl and The Blur( I know I sound like a regurgitated copy of the Time Lord guide, dad always complains of me overexplaining things to others but I don't care, I think Wilfred doesn't mind), how he is still alive and well but with a new face, a face he doesn't and probably never will, know.

He smiled.

I told him how my father had taken the name John Noble ( to honour Donna ) , the light that that tiny bit of information brought to his face, was incomparable. I felt great admiration for the man. " You are almost my great grand child, if you have some extra time come and chat with me okay?" I promised him that I would find some time to do so.

I looked for what had been left of Torchwood in this universe, I could get some help from "my people" , the famous Jack Harkness my parents would talk about, stood there as triumphant as ever, flirtatious as always he couldn't help but flirt, the level of confidence and attitude gave the man such a relaxed air, it was extremely easy to like the man. Telling him about my past and why I was here made him smile as if I had told him the best news.

"I am glad to know that Rose and your father got together, who knew they would create such a little bundle of joy like you"

He said pinching my cheeks like an uncle,

I did ,infact, have an uncle, Tony Tyler, but he was more like a brother growing up because the age difference between us wasn't so far appart. I was born two years after him. We got along very well, he used to be my partner in crime, since our brains were so in tune we graduated the same year from school him skipping one year, whilst I did 3 (because I wanted to graduate with him)

Anyway so Jack told me how he hadn't seen him since the last time he saw my mother but he knew some people that he had heard some whereabouts of the Doctor from UNIT.

I told him how big Torchwood was in my universe and he laughed, he told me how you could count all the member that were left in this one with both your hands and still have fingers up.

But to no avail I still could not find The Doctor.

UNIT mid reconstruction due to a semi recent zygon uprising, received me with open arms. I met up with a woman named Kate Stewart that after learning of my situation, and me being able to give proof of my identity answering many of her inquiries, ( not all due to the gravity of her having such information like The Doctor´s actual name and such) was told to meet up with a girl called Osgood, well two infact both human and Zygon. They gave me a number to call, I thanked their help and left before any more questions of the identity of the Doctor get taken away from me. I now knew his face.

What an angry face he had, The Doctor now looked nothing like how my father did, not even remotely close. It was a face that went acordingly to the Doctor a man who had seen war and all that it took from him, but also a face of kindness and one of a selfless man.

I was way too afraid to call the number , what if he didn't answer or worse, what if he thought I was annoying or something along the lines of that?

The Osgoods warned me that his face had changed twice since he had my father's face, and how his attitude changed, cause they had met up with three of his regenerations at once, one being "my father" and the other two, all with such different personalities, but with the same kind heart.

I couldn't bring myself to call the number, I knew that he was busy, maybe if I knew he was around I would call, it was way too nerve wracking. I had time, I had time .. I didn´t have time. I had to call I had to save my father, but this was way too easy, I called the number,
it didn't work.

Osgood warned me it might not work. The Doctor had a thing for changing numbers.

I was becoming more and more impatient. If I had to cause a disruption myself I would do it. I would flip the world around make something insane so that the Doctor would come and save this planet that he loved so dearly.

I did no such thing.

I walked defeated after 4 weeks of looking for him. I walked and walked, even started running. Running faster and faster cause I wasn't ready to face the fact I could not and probably would not find him ever.

I couldn't feel him close.

I couldn't sense his presence.

How upsetting all of this was.

Tears ran down my face as I made my way back to the room I was renting in an a woman who called herself Missy's home, she was nice to me despite me not telling her anything about who I was or what I was doing here, I just saw her ad in a paper and rented the room, I was surprised when the room came off so cheap (especially in the part of town we were) and how nobody had already got there first.

She gave me a bit of a creepy vibe, she was way to ecstatic to see me rent the room, she smiled like she knew something I didn't, but she was okay. She didn't question me when I got there crying, she only said " Oh boys can be such troubles" and smiled creepily . I made my way to the room already too hopeless to talk to anyone, even if the woman was good company, I wasn't going to share a bonkers story of how I crossed from another universe to save my father by a man who is also my father but isn't MY father, if I could even make sense I sounded insane, disturbed. So I preffered silence. I wasn't going to explain that it wasn't a boy's fault, even if I told her what was wrong she wouldn't have believed me so I just nodded and left for my room.

I took a big breath and collapsed on top of the bed. falling asleep almost instantly.

Tomorrow was going to be a new day