-Earlier that day-

The Doctor.

After the restless tossing and turning, the TARDIS finally settled down. Where it was going and where it had landed (well, I suppose those are about the same questions) I don't know. What I do know is that it's probably not Alexandria and I am most likely going to miss my lunch date with Cleopatra. It's a shame, really, though I'm really not one to mess up time, space, the historical timeline, and all that good stuff, it would be cool to tell good ol' Julius and Mark who I just went out with.

Okay, enough with historical jokes, (though I'd like to boast that I'm full of them, being a Time Lord and all) and back to my situation: where and when was I? Well, I suppose the only way to find out is to look, isn't it? Thus, I opened the door to the TARDIS to find that I was in the amazingly foreign and unusual...

Modern-day London. What? I was in London? We'll that's not particularly exciting. Sure, all sorts of things happen in London. Why, most often than not I end up in London. So, I suppose the real question is why?

Running out of the TARDIS and thoroughly looking around, nothing out-of-the-ordinary seemed awry. For good measure, though, I scanned the area with my Sonic Screwdriver. Nope, nothing, nada, zip.

Peculiar, it was. Since when does the TARDIS just take me off course for no reason? Never. Obviously, there must be a reason; where it will be found, even I don't know. Thus, from this point I decided to take a stroll down the casual streets of London. More often than not, if I don't find trouble, trouble finds me.

Walking a main street, I turned a corner to see a building. It stood at least six-hundred feet tall and had a pointed roof. Seeing the skyscraper brought first nostalgia, then memories of horror, then grief. Not too long ago, the building was known as Torchwood Tower. Inside its walls, extra-terrestrial artifacts were collected and dissected in hope to develop new technology for something the liked to call the "British Empire." On the exterior it looked like a relatively normal building at the heart of London, but on the interior there was a flaw: a "sphere," like they called it, a "void," like I called it. Essentially what it was, was a gap between two dimensions. Well eventually that gap nearly caused the extinction of the human race, as well as the collapse of two dimensions. Luckily it didn't though. The reason for this is because of a dear friend of mine who risked her life for the fate of life as we know it.

Inside the Torchwood Tower I lost my best friend, my companion, my sidekick (although, admittedly, at times I was the sidekick), the woman I loved: Rose Tyler.

Snapping back to reality, I felt single a tear slowly make its way down my cheek. Wiping it away I strode forward and away from the Tower which gave me so much grief. Walking again, I realized it was getting drastically colder by the second. I paused and looked around. Nothing too peculiar seemed to be happening. Just-in-case, I analyzed the area with my Sonic Screwdriver once more, but once again with no luck.

However, as if it had materialized out of a shadow, I saw something dark emerge. Suddenly the temperature dropped drastically and darkness came swiftly through it was still mid-morning. Street-goers acknowledged the change in temperature, but carried on with what they were doing. Cautiously, I neared it. Almost instantaneously, a depression swept over me.

"Why, hello there," I said to the creature as I came close to almost touching it. Then, it seemed to cling to me. It pulled me into a hollowness of sadness and it wouldn't let go. I saw visions of Rose cross my view. Visions of her nearly getting sucked into the void, then visions of her being rescued but swiftly taken away to another dimension. Visions of when we said goodbye and the tears streaming down her face as she told me she loved me. Then, visions of all my friends from the past, all my companions, all the Time Lords, everyone I'd ever lost; their faces flashed before my eyes. I felt horribly weak and hopeless. All there were, were dead friends, friends I could never see again or talk to again. I couldn't stand kneeling here (I did seem to feel my legs collapse) looking at these people I can never see again. With the very last bit of will to live I had I stood up, turned around, and darted away (all with great struggle, though.)

I didn't dare look back to see if I was being followed. All I did was sprint directly to sanctuary: the TARDIS.