After my watch ticked nine o'clock, they stopped calling out numbers. Our number was two away from being called. The Doctor and I had been sitting on the bench, mumbling nonsense small talk back and forth.

"Come up with anything yet?" I asked, slumped on the bench.

The Doctor shook his head. "No. There's nothing to come up with." He was sitting next to me.

I sighed, "Great." I slumped down even more, resting my head against the side of his arm. "So what do we do, now?"

"We go up when our number is called. Just like everyone else." He gave a huge sigh and hit his head against the wall.

"Hey," I sat up. "Can I see that ticket?"

"No." He said, giving me a saddened stare. "You don't want it."

"Yes I do. Can I please see it?" I held out my hand.

He grabbed my face and held it still. "No. Promise me that you will not touch the ticket."

"But-"

"Promise me." He begged; that stare becoming more and more desperate.

I nodded slightly, "Okay. I-I won't touch it. I promise."

He let me go. "Alright. Now look, it's late, why don't you get some sleep?" The Doctor offered.

Shaking my head, I said groggily, "I'm not tired."

A chuckle escaped from the Doctor's lips. "Of course you're not. Why don't you just rest your eyes, and I'll wake you in a few hours?"

Unconsciously, I curled into side, resting my head on his shoulder. I pulled my coat tighter around me, now thankful that I had kept his sport coat on. "Promise?"

He smiled, wrapped his arm around my shoulders and rested his head on mine just a touch. "Yeah, I promise." I nodded, closed my eyes, and drifted off. Once I was out, the Doctor's smile faded, took a deep breath, and wished he didn't have to do what he was going to.

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"Muse. Muse, wake up." The Doctor whispered as he gently nudged me awake.

I rubbed my face in his shoulder, and peeked up at him. "What time is it?" I mumbled.

"It's morning. Look, they're going to start calling numbers soon and I have to talk to you."

I sat up, shook my head, and became fully awake. "I'm up."

"I just want to let you know, that from here on in, everything I own is yours." He was calm, and his voice was sad, almost depressed.

My eyebrows knit together. "What are you talking about?"

"I mean all of my clothes, my TARDIS and everything inside it, all belongs to you."

"Why?" I panicked.

"Thirteen-hundred-and-sixty-five!" The number calling started again.

I began breathing more and more, on the brink of hyperventilating. "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my god!"

" Oi, calm down. It's okay, you're okay."

"What are we going to do? Oh my God, Doctor, what are we going to do?"

He grabbed my face again. "I told you, we are going to go out there with our heads held high. And we are going to be okay. Muse, listen to me." He stared straight into my eyes. "We are going to be okay."

And because he was him, I believed it. My breathing calmed down, and I nodded. "We're going to be okay."

He nodded along. "Yes we are." He let my face go. "Now, let's sit calmly, and wait our turn."

I took a deep breath. "Okay, I'll try."

Without saying another word, the Doctor took hold of my hand and I leaned against him. A few minutes went by before we heard, "Thirteen-hundred-and-sixty-six!" I cringed at the number, and the Doctor only squeezed my hand. We waited, and waited, and waited, until we finally heard it. "Thirteen-hundred-and-sixty-seven!"

A Mroskian came to our cell and opened the door. We stood up, hands still together, and walked proudly out. We were led down the hallway to a closed off room. The Mroskian opened the door and ushered us inside.

We were in a court room. A very obese Mroskian with an old fashion powdered wig on sat in the front of the room, an upset look on his face. We walked up to the 'bench' and looked up.

"Hand over your ticket." The judge ordered. The Doctor reached into his coat pocket and handed over the pink stub. The judge took it, shook it, and yellow finger prints appeared. He looked from the ticket down to us. "Shake your hands. Both of you." We let go of each other and shook our hands in the air. "Show them." We held our hands up, palms towards the judge. The judge nodded towards the Doctor. I looked at my hands, confused, and then looked at his: they were covered in a pink ink

"State your crime." The judge ordered.

"Traveling." The Doctor replied.

"Traveling?" He inquired.

The Doctor nodded. "Yes. I was traveling and my sphygmomanometer broke. I stopped here to see if I could get a new one and be on my way."

"Travelers are forbidden." The judge growled. "Bring it in." He rumbled, and the Mroskian that escorted us left and came back a few moments later, carrying a large gun.

"Whoa whoa whoa, what do you think you're doing?" I asked, panic arising yet again.

No one answered my question. "Turn it onto random." The judge commanded. The Mroskian flipped a switch and aimed it at the Doctor. "Any last words?"

He nodded. "Yeah. Well, it's more of an action than a word." The Doctor turned to me, grabbed my face, and brought it to his. His lips crushed mine, and I couldn't help but bring my hands up to his head and pull him closer to me. He deepened the kiss only a little before he pulled away. I was left literally breathless. "Nothing like going out with a bang, huh?" He whispered before turning back to the armed Mroskian.

The alien took aim, and pulled the trigger.