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