I'd been sitting in the TARDIS again, doing absolutely nothing. I've been sitting in here for about two weeks. That doesn't really matter though, because the laws of time are mine and they will obey me. That means I have the right to absolutely waste all of it and no one can judge me. No one is here to tell me otherwise, anyways. So really, who cares?

It's not like I'm intentionally wasting it, though. I just don't know what to do, and I'm bored. The reason why I'm not fixing anything or designing new plans is because I'm not interested in that anymore. I don't really seem to be interested in anything anymore. Oh, why bother?

I exit the box and look up at the stars. I'm not really interested in those anymore, either. Like I said, not really interested in anything. The Paternoster Gang haven't gotten back to me yet, and it's not like I've made a tedious effort to try. I did talk to them, briefly. On the phone. Other than that, no contact for two weeks. And that phone call was two weeks ago. It went down like this, between Madame Vastra and I.

The phone rang, which is very strange and unusual. I never get phone calls. I wonder who it could be?

"Hello?"

Who could it be? It's only me and a box. There is no everyone else that could call. Wait... Everyone except the Paternoster Gang. The last people on the Earth that actually care to call me.

"Yes, Doctor. Are you busy?"

Vastra.

"Of course I'm not busy. What's on your mind? And it's only been a few hours since our meeting at your house."

It's strange. Why would she call me if we talked only hours ago? Did I forget something? Did I miss something? Am I a little child diagnosed with a type of cancer again? The cancer that makes it so you don't understand?

"Well, I just wanted to let you know that this works both ways."

Okay, yeah definitely the little child.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that if we are helping you, you still have to help yourself. You are going to have to go outside and make an impact on people."

How could I go outside? I can't even look at the stars anymore because I simply don't care. How do you expect me to go outside?

"Vastra, I'm not doing that."

"Then can you at least tell us where you are? Where your box is?"

Okay. I could tell you and lie, I could tell you the actual address but you wouldn't be able to get to it, or I could tell you how to get to it but not where it is. I think I'll go with my fourth option; not telling you anything.

"No. You said you would ask people using the one word test." That stupid test. "I think that'll be enough."

"Doctor how are we going to know who to ask?"

"Ask the whole town, I don't care. Goodbye Vastra."

"But Doc---" I hung up. I'm sorry. I really am. It's just that you can't expect me to fight a battle I've already surrendered from. It's impossible to get back in. A few hours can change a person. And if the laws of time are mine, those hours can drag on into eternities.

That's the last contact we've had for two weeks, and I have no doubt that Jenny had made a comment about it or that they have aimlessly walked around the city in the middle of the night just in case I came out of my box. It's never 100% with me unless I told you so. Well, never mind, even then, it's not a guarantee. Just remembered rule one.

I mean, I guess I could go down, but I don't really want to. Well, I guess I should anyways, especially if I don't want to do anything. I climb down the steps slowly and down the ladder even slower. It's the middle of the night and I have no idea what I'm going to do when I make it to the ground. I guess it's my turn to walk around aimlessly.

I finally finish going down the ladder and step on the ground. I don't know, it's not like this is a big change of scenery. These are really the only two places I've seen in weeks. This town and my box. Just a lonely Time Lord in the midst of people. Normal people. Lonely people.

I guess we are all alone in the end. I also assume that I'm just going to stand beneath the ladder until I decide to go back up to my box. Who needs a change of scenery anyways? I've had the same one for 87 years, I don't see a problem in that.

We are alone in the end, though. And the longer you live, the more it is prominent. The more it shows. So it doesn't really matter if you're alone, it just matters what you do. Do you read? Go on the computer? Watch TV? Or think about all the bad things that you really shouldn't be thinking about? One of those four things is different from the others, the difference is that that's the thing you should not be doing. Don't be alone, Doctor.

And then, it also counts what you do after. Do you stay alone? Or do you go see the world? The universe? Though, it's really hard. All of it. Sadness and loneliness are very similar in the aspect of getting better. When you're sad, it's hard to be happy; when you're lonely, it's hard to find someone. Especially if you've been lonely for so long. I'd say, that around the 87 year mark, it gets pretty impossible. I'd also say that it seems pretty impossible around the 1 year mark, as well. And when you're sad, you need someone to help you get out of it. But if you're sad and lonely? Good luck.

I can't stop myself from thinking the things I shouldn't be thinking. It's as hard as being happy and finding someone. But I guess some of it is good, remembering some of the afterword is good. There's one part, other than the 'Don't be alone, Doctor' that I always remember. The part where she's talking about her younger self. She's going to wait a long while, so she's going to need a lot of hope. It relates to me. I've been alone for 87 years. I need a lot of hope.

What was that? A little thing on my nose. Ooh... another one, on my left cheek. What's going on? I watched as little white specks started to fill my vision. No... no, those aren't specks at all. They're snowflakes. I looked up at all the snowflakes falling down. In a matter of seconds it went from a few falling on me to tens each second. And then I saw past the snowflakes and up into the sky. Thats when I stopped smiling.

"No", I mumbled. "No, this just can't be."

I rubbed my eyes and looked back up in the sky.

"How...?"

The clouds. The snow. It didn't make sense. It must be my imagination. Yes. That's the only thing that makes sense.

What's that noise? I look to my right and see the shadow of a carriage. Just my luck.

I start climbing the ladder and once I get to the landing I look up at the sky again.

"How could it be snowing?" I asked to the sky. "Where are all the clouds?"