"Oh," he said again. " You must be that Kitt, Oh my god I'm so sor-"

"You weren't there so you don't have to feel that way. Besides it was three years ago I'm over it, just lingers as a scar now." I quickly make clear not wanting to deal with my feelings for the subject.

All my life was spent in hell growing up in an orphanage, only to be adopted by an unwelcoming couple. I spent years slaving for them and their kids were not exactly the kind you would want to respect. They only time I never had to heed to their call was when I was at school, I was able to laugh there. My two best friends Catherine and Carter. Never knowing I was bound to fall madly in love with Carter. Unfortunately, when high school started he was pulled out of my life. He was due to move to Bensenville, Illinois.

Luckily for me, my family happened to visit the Chicago area the next summer of 2006. So I found myself grabbing a bus and headed for Bensenville. I called ahead he was going to meet me at the bus stop. When I got off He wasn't there. I waited on a bench nearby soon enough ten minutes pass, then fifteen. I had almost given up hope, but then I heard my name being called into the distance, I looked up and sure enough there he was Carter Brown, walking across the street. When went to get up I noticed my shoes untied. I bent down to tie them.

There was a screech, and a horn honking by the time I looked up it was too late. Carter was thrown back, flying across the pavement only to land a few feet from me. I ran and scooped his head into my arms tears pooled out of my eyes my heart snapped in two. I screamed for help, waiting for someone to come, in the few moments I had, I confessed my love. Hoping for a response, it looked as if he was going to speak but faded instead.

I went insane, for a whole year my "family" put me in a mental institute not wanting to deal with someone suffering in depression I never let anyone visit not even Catherine I pushed her away I regret to this day. I knew she would go to Chicago but never knew she would go there. For the last year though I made preparations to leave the country to get away from the pain, to start again. And, that got intercepted where this adventure begins.

" There's a bus stop over there we'll wait for a ride."

" Alrighty, Allons-y!" And the Doctor sauntered off ahead, I politely followed.

The story of Carter's death and my instability hit the news and for months everyone knew me and the tragic and sudden death of Carter I guess it spread further than the U.S. if the Doctor knew about it, but like all high speed stories in America they eventually fade and people forget even the ones who are witness for themselves, never to remember.

We sat on the bench waiting for the Bensenville, pick up. I could tell the Doctor wanted to say something but I knew what it was and I was tired of being told that they were 'sorry' I didn't want to hear it. He wasn't going to give up though and he put his hand on my shoulder and looked into my eyes, it was as if the world froze in that one moment that tiny little insect of a moment, and he said those words that I hate of having heard for two years.

" I'm sorry, I really am. I know exactly what it is like to lose someone that close to you. Having that pain surge through you uncontrollably….. to lose yourself…."

The Doctor trailed away, faded into his sentence, he remembered all the times he's felt that way. He always finds himself alone in some way. He tries to bury those feelings so he doesn't have to lose himself in his grief. And like him Kitt has done the same, he could see that the subject of Carter devastates her and that she was trying to run away from the memory, and coming back here wasn't helping much.

When the Doctor spoke those words it was the only time I actually felt comforted by them and I was grateful. I rested my head on his shoulder, mostly from my remaining fatigue and the fact I have to return to Bensenville. The bus came and we boarded I paid with the change I had in my pocket and we sat in the back, silent but at the same time a lot was said between us. The sites I began to recognize as they sped past me on the other side of the window. Tears formed in the corners of my eyes but not from sadness just merely because leaning against a cold window does that to you… great now I'm even lying to myself…

The bus came to halt, I could feel myself being shook out of a deep sleep when I opened my eyes the Doctor was standing above me.

" C'mon, we're hear." He motions for me to get up.

I moan slightly annoyed at the Doctor for waking me up, but I reluctantly got up and lazily walked off the bus behind the Doctor. As the bus pulled away I struggled to remember Catherine's address. The address popped back into my head and I quickly scanned the street signs finding Main Street I ran across the road to the apartments right in front of the bus stop. The Doctor followed hurrying across the street avoiding oncoming traffic.

" This is it." I said looking up the building towering over us.

We walk through the front doors, looked on a piece of paper set on a table with residents names and room numbers on it, I scanned it until I found her, and then I quickly pressed the button for the elevator and we waited.

" How long have you been friends with Catherine?"

"Hmm? Oh about since 5th grade so like since we were 10."

" That's nice."

An awkwardness over came us. The elevator finally arrived and we loaded on as soon as the doors closed, I pressed the number seven the top floor, and in the small space we were in was filled with the soft tunes of elevator music. The Doctor swaying to the music, me staring at him studying him, how would he look if I drew him in my sketch book? He has such defined features, I especially like his eyes they are so defined that they're so indefinable, his mouth sometimes it seems it's in a permanent pout, but then he would smile.

Realizing what I was beginning to think about I picked up my hand and slapped myself so hard I stumbled back a little bit. The Doctor turned as he heard the thwack of my hand making contact with my cheek.

" You all right?"

" Yea I'm fine, I was just… clearing my mind." I grinned

" By, slapping, yourself?"

" Yes?"

The Doctor only raised his eye brow and turned back to his music. The elevator made the ding noise and the doors opened. I stepped out looking at the numbers on the room doors and spotting the one I was looking for ,717. I knocked and waited, a few moments later I heard a voice come from the other side of the door.

" Who is it?"

" The pizza man." I reply.

" Kitt?"

" Who else would say their the pizza man?"

" Oh my god!! Hang on." There was a series of locks and hinges coming undone before right in front of me was Catherine Keller.

She leapt forward to hug me.

" Oh my god, it's been like forever!" she was like cling wrap to leftovers.

When she turned her head she saw the Doctor standing there.

" Uhh Kitt who's this?"

" Oh this is the Doctor."

" Who?"

"The Doctor."

" Whatever you say, but if he's really a doctor then I been having this pai-"

" No, not a doctor, The Doctor."

" What like it's his name?"

" Exactly!!" The Doctor cut in. " Hello! You must be Catherine, well obviously."

" Yea," Catherine said eying him up and down. " Ya'll wanna come in?"

Catherine showed us in. The apartment was small but she did live alone and you really wouldn't need too much space for one person, would you? She showed us to the living room and we sat on the couch near the window.

The Doctor watched the two of them yakking on and about what has happened in the past two years. Getting bored by the fact that the conversation was not directed to him at all. He Decided to get up and explore the apartment, and caught a quick glimpse of Kitt before he disappeared behind the corner…

FINALLY I GOT IT UP!!!!!! I thought I would never finish this chapter, well I hoped you liked it. :)