Childhood memories -closed
The Doctor was sitting on his bed and staring at the wall...again. A sigh escaped his lips as his eyes fell on the Master's laser screwdriver that was lying on a shelf. He had kept it...he didn't even know why. It had been less than two days since the Valiant...since he had burned the body of his former love...Jack and Martha were both gone...and now he was alone again. Alone with the nightmares, alone with the memories.
He pulled his legs up to his chest and hid his face as he started sobbing once again. He had cried a lot recently...
Some time later he was just lying on his back and stared at the ceiling, tears still streaming down his face, when the Tardis made an odd sound. The Doctor thought for a moment, then chose to ignore it.
