And then, one day, the war was over. It stopped as suddenly as it had been slow to start, the universe finally a playground again. Quite a bit of it left, too. Happiness struck Miles faster than shock - lives of waiting for this moment and now here it was, without any forewarning at all. And yet, right now he found it hard to remember what all the waiting had been for. He remembered wanting for this moment to come, and he remembered fighting for it - dying for it, quite a few times - but what had moved him to do so, he could barely grasp. He guessed it was just to be expected. He had been a soldier -one way or another - for one too many short lives, and the war had taken more than those from him: his old friends, his loves - even his old enemies; all were lost, or dead, or changed. Including himself, he considered. Of course, he could remember the time tot that called herself Milly - he had even kept that old nickname, more or less - and that first word that had sprung to his mind, 'playground', that was a real blast from the past. And yet, that former self's dreams of adventures, her aimless wanderlust, it all felt like it belonged not to another life, not even another timeline. It felt like it belonged to someone so radically else no miracle of Rassilon could merge them in one again. Which couldn't do. Even though shock had now started to catch up with happiness indeed, Miles still knew as much. Therefore, he thought with crystal clarity, if everyone had gone lost, and him among them, he would have to go look for himself - the long way around...