Author's Note: My first drabble! Just a thought I had after watching 'World War Three'. Hope you enjoy!
Ten seconds, she said. Once, a long time ago.
She left the first time without a goodbye or an explanation. For a year I waited. A year. Twelve months. Three hundred and sixty-five days, nearly.
And then she left again. With hardly much of a goodbye.
The Doctor says time is fluid. It loops back on itself or whatever the bloody hell it does.
All I know about time is that ten seconds is ten seconds and no matter how frequent her calls are or how long or short the time is between visits, they're never ten seconds apart.