Run.

The first thing he ever said to Her.

And they ran through the stars.

And it was beautiful.

But now she's gone and he can't help but wonder if it might have been better if she'd run from him.

Running, always running.

Away from Gallifrey, from his stuffy, cold, disapproving kind.

Away from the past, and maybe from the future, as well, away from the storm.

Sometimes he think it is an addiction.

If he stops, even for a moment, it will all come crashing down.

If he runs, he's safe.

But it's not enough, it's never enough.