Travelling alone was an odd experience for the Doctor. Sure, he'd done it frequently before, but knowing that his companion was out there, willingly adventuring on her own, whilst he'd careered the TARDIS into hyperspace without even saying goodbye didn't feel right. 'Don't go to bed on an argument' came to mind. The TARDIS seemed particularly loud, in part due to the lack of laughter and frequent shouting, but it also seemed as if the TARDIS sensed his loneliness and was making up for it with loud screeches and groans. As it came to a rest, it let out one last moan as a goodbye before permanently leaving the Doctor in an empty silence. The Doctor let out a sigh before walking down the ramp.
He was greeted outside by a burning glare, and simultaneously threw on a pair of sunglasses. The glare was being radiated by hundreds of glowing blue creatures, walking to and fro in a very human nature. Their buildings were nothing special, large huts at best, and the light green waves of the vast ocean bobbed gently off in the horizon. The Doctor loved this planet; sure, there was nothing amazingly interesting or exciting to find, but the serene colours soothed the Doctor on so many levels, made all the stresses and heartaches numb ever so slightly.
"Hi, visiting Time Lord, any idea where I can find your tourist centre or...travel agents or...intergalactic space officer?" The Doctor asked, sticking out a hand before realising that wasn't the done thing.
"Good day sir. I think what you are looking for is ICO- our Intergalactic Communications Organisation. You will find them down this track, the closest building to the ocean." The being pointed down the hilly, dirt track.
"Ah, yeah, cheers. Have a nice...life." The Doctor gave an uneasy wave before jogging down the incline and into a slightly larger, brown hut.
The Doctor expected to find a bustling centre of communications between a range of races but instead found a lone Dar leafing through some files on a desk. He looked up as the Doctor entered and seemed astounded, dropping his files and running up to him, placing a hand to the Doctor's head.
"Good day traveller. It's been...well far too long since we've had any sort of travellers in this land. Where are you from sir?" The Dar lowered his hand and stared directly at the Doctor.
"Well, uh, a planet called Gallifrey. It's...it's gone now but, uh, anyway, I just wondered if you'd lost anyone? I'm led to believe one of your species crashed on to a planet called Earth on an excursion thing."
"Unless you've travelled in time," The Dar let out a laugh but the Doctor remained inquisitive "Then that would be impossible, sir. We hardly have the capabilities to receive visitors let alone travel ourselves."
The Doctor stared at the blue being unblinkingly, and soon realised his one fatal mistake; never believe an alien telling a 'crash landed' story.