- The Doctor -

He woke up in the morning to find himself alone in his room. He heard the gentle sobbing of Hannah, and wondered if he would ever be able to let her completely go. He lay there apologizing to her as he tried desperately to block her out. The door to his room opened and Martha poked her head in.

"Hey, sleepy head," she said happily and he smiled at her. "You had us worried. You were asleep almost a full day."

"Sorry, I was tired," he said and got out of bed as Martha got into the closet and pulled out his pinstriped suit. He looked at her as though she were crazy and headed to the dresser and pulled out a pair of jeans.

"How about we wear this today," she said overly cheerful.

He turned to look at her, "Why?" he asked curiously.

"Because we're going out," she replied.

"I can't."

"You can't stay here forever. You once told me that there was too much to explore and see to stay in one place." She laid his suit down on the chair and left the room. A few minutes later Jack came in. He narrowed his eyes at Jack.

"I was only helping," Jack said. "Now get dressed." Jack picked up the suit and took the coat off the hanger. He stared at Jack. Jack ignored the look of hatred.

"Get started or I will dress you myself." Jack handed him his trousers and then leaned back against the dresser, crossing his arms.

Grumbling he pulled off his sweat pants and pulled on his trousers. He then took off his nightshirt and reached into the drawer and pulled out a white shirt, and pulled it on before putting on and buttoning up his shirt. Jack helped him slip on the suit jacket, and then tie his tie. He buttoned the suit jacket. He ran his hands through his hair and then sat down to put his socks and converse shoes on.

"Looking good," Martha said coming back into the room. "Ready to face the world?"

"No," he answered honestly. He looked at himself in the mirror and sighed. He may look like the man who use to be able to face anything but he didn't feel like it and he doubted he ever would again.

- Martha Jones -

They stepped off the TARDIS and into the sunlight. He was holding her hand so tightly it hurt but she didn't pull away. Instead she led him towards a small cafe on the corner. He matched her pace step by step, trusting her to keep him safe. They got to the cafe and the waitress showed them to a booth. He sat on the inside with her while Jack sat across. She could tell by his eyes that it was taking everything in him not to head back to the TARDIS. He didn't acknowledge the waitress when she came over nor did he notice when his food was put down in front of him. She knew it was a little ambitious for a first outing, but she thought it better to get him into the world.

Several times during the meal he had closed his eyes and shut down completely. His breathing would go ragged and hitch before returning to a slow even pace. When his eyes opened again the cycle would just start again. Her and Jack finished eating. He hadn't touched his food at all. She got it to go and then took his hand and led him back to the TARDIS where he promptly disappeared inside of it.

She continued to be patient with him and slowly they were spending more and more time away from the TARDIS. She woke up one morning to find him with almost his old enthusiasm as he set to work on getting the TARDIS ready to go into space. It had been almost seven months to the day he had first been taken and he was almost back to his old self. He smiled and laughed and was talking a lot more but he still would stare at nothing for long periods, and she would have to snap him out of it.

They explored space and time again until Jack called. They had finally found Hannah's body and the family was having a funeral. She told him time and time again he shouldn't go, but he insisted and landed the TARDIS a short way from the graveyard.

- The Doctor -

He was feeling more like his old self. He knew a part of him would never recover, but just like with the Time War and the loss of Rose, he was learning to live with what had happened. Although he would never understand why. Jack called them one day and told them that her body had been found. It had been dumped in a wooded area and was badly burned. He argued Martha about going to her funeral and in the end she agreed to join him.

He stood at the edge of the graveyard under the cover of the trees with Martha. He wasn't about to approach them and tell them anything but he wanted to go and hear about her. He listened to the stories and began to piece together the life of a girl who was loved and brought happiness to others.

They stood and waited until long after the others had left and then he walked forward and laid a single red rose on her grave. He closed his eyes and finally let her go.