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The Doctor stood frozen, braced against the biting wind on Woman Wept, staring at an empty spot hidden amongst the plenitude of stars. Most wouldn’t notice anything missing, but he did.
Was responsible for it.
Memories of fire and slaughter flooded his mind, churned through the empty cavern that once housed the consciousness of his people. The weight of the world bore down on him forcing his breath out in a gasp.
He was sinking, lost in a tide of grief, until a warm hand slipped into his.
He glanced over at his smiling blonde anchor and inhaled.
There’s me.