Author's note: Final part, and they're getting shorter. I wanted to attempt another drabble
The TARDIS was always emptiest at times like these, after it had been full of life. The lonely immortal looked around his home sadly and flicked switches on the console, his one constant companion
They deserved better. Martha deserved more than he'd given her, Jack deserved so much more than he could give; the universe deserved better, a better hero
But there was no one better, just him, alone. So he would have to do
So he went on, because the lonely angel can never stop, can never be still, because who else could be there?
"We would", they answer