"Thank you, so much Doctor! This has honestly been the best day I've had since they... you know... died. Wow, that was depressing, anyways, what do you want to do now?"

We were walking back to the TARDIS eating snow cones. After the café we saw a stand that sold them, and I instantly jumped at the chance. I used to have them all the time when i was little, my brother and I would always see a stand and then buy some. I mean, we might have been on a different planet right now, but the food was definitely the exact same.

Other than the snow cones, the Doctor was noticing how talkative I was being. I was being really talkative right now because, well, the stress got to me. I was still wondering about the sad man, it's like I know him, but I don't. Like we've been through so much together, but at the same time, so little. The thing that affected me most about it, the thing that cause all this stress, was the way he looked at me.

When he looked up at me, his expression of sadness became ten times stronger. When he looked at me, it's like he lost me, and not the people that were on the gravestone.

"Why are you so talkative today?", the Doctor asked, bending down to tie his shoe laces. He was always doing something, he liked being busy.
"I guess it's just because I'm excited."
"You don't look excited."
I put on a fake smile that would hopefully look real, but failed miserably. Well, the smile was fine, but when you looked in my eyes, you could tell I was alone and sad.

"What's wrong?" He took another bite from his snow come and gestured over to a bench to sit on. I really just wanted to be left alone and not talk about, he might not understand. I mean, he probably will being 906, but he might just think I'm lying; from what he knows, the Master died a long time ago.

We both sat down on the bench and, awkwardly stared at each other. I kept taking bites from my snow cone because I didn't want to talk at all. Finally, I went to go answer his question.

"I'm fine."
"You're lying."
"No I'm not."

I gave him a look that said 'don't try to get anything out of me, it won't work' and he just stopped. He was probably going to start babbling on and on about something, I loved when he did that, but instead he just sat there. Waiting for me to say something.

"Sorry, I was being rude. So, did you enjoy your day today?"
He could tell that I wasn't going any further on the subject that was bothering me, so he just decided to continue this conversation and leave it be.

"It was fun, I enjoyed relaxing. It's so nice to be with a friend and just have fun. Chill out. Be yourself."

Okay, maybe he didn't decide to give it a rest.

"Okay, I'll tell you what's been bothering me. But you might think I'm crazy."

"If anyone's crazy here, it's me. Sorry", he said while shaking his head, "go on."

"Well, when I was waiting for you in the cemetery, a man came. A man we both know too well."

With every word I said, he became more intrigued. His expression showed a face of interest until I mentioned the name.

"It was Harold Saxon."

His face changed to concerned, then sadness, then confusion.

"But... but he's dead! I watched him die in my arms!"

"I know, I remember, unlike the rest of the world."

"But how did you remember?"

This was the question that no one could answer, not even the Master himself.

"That's what I'm trying to figure out."
"But that doesn't fully answer my question, why are you being so awkward around me?"
"That's for me to know, and for you to find out", I snapped.

I got up and started walking towards the TARDIS. Couldn't he see that I was bothered by this subject?

"Leyna, wait! I'm sorry, I'm just concerned. What's wrong? Why are you acting awkward around me?"

I turned around and practically screamed, "Because I thought you were never coming back!"
A tear escaped from my eye as I turned around and walked over to the TARDIS' doors. By the time I got there I was full on crying and my red shirt was stained with tears.

When I got in the TARDIS I went straight to my room. This was supposed to be a day where we could just relax and have fun. Where problems wouldn't have existed. The Doctor knocked on my door and, without waiting for a reply, opened the door and sat down on my bed.

"For a girl that asks so many questions, you really don't like answering them." I know he was joking, but I was really angry right now.

"If you're here to just reply to me sharply, I might as well just leave!"

"Leyna, please calm down. I just wanted to lighten the mood a bit with a little joke."

"Well, you're not very good at that!" Wow, was I being rude.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry. I'm just angry. I don't mean to be yelling."

"It's okay. Just know that I will never leave you. You're important."

I got up from my spot on the bed and walked up I him, my faces inches from him.

"You keep saying that, but why am I so important?"

He was about to answer when I cut him off, "And don't say 'because we are alike, we have both felt pain' because I am not taking your lies anymore."

"Fine. But first I think you should sit down."

Strange, I didn't think that the Doctor's answer would be upsetting.

"The ood told me. They told me that I will meet you an that you're important. They showed me."

"The ood?"

"They're an alien race, you can meet them if you want."

He walked out the door in the direction of the console room, but I stopped him in the hallway.

"Doctor, I've had enough for one day. The Master, our argument, I'm going to bed."

"Okay, goodnight."

He looked disappointed, I don't know why, but he did. Did the Master bother him as much as he bothered me? I don't know, but the Doctor wasn't like an open book. Even though I have asked him a lot of questions, he still doesn't tell me everything. And this was one of those things that I would probably never get to find out.

That night I had nightmares about Harold Saxon. I can't believe I voted for him, and his wife even tried to kill me! Like I mentioned before, maniacs.

I woke up screaming and covered in sweat. I would never forget those nightmares, those words that I heard him say.

'I'm coming back to stop you, I'm coming back to destroy the world.'

It was just a dream, but it felt so real. My stomache got upset just thinking about it. I tried to remind myself that it was just a dream, that it was all just a dream, but I couldn't. You know those times when you feel like something bad will happen, and then it does? That's how I was feeling right now.

I looked around my room and saw how similar it was to my old one from back home. Yellow walls, blue curtains (artificial light coming from the windows this time though), a white armoir beside a white bookshelf, and a white bedside table on the left side of the bed. Some things were new, like the little white storage unit at the foot of my bed, or that I had a huge walk-in-closet. It was so similar to my room, I hated it. It brought back so much pain and sadness that I felt like puking.

I told the Doctor why I wanted to change my room around, but him and the TARDIS wouldn't let me. He said that I had to remember, otherwise there's no motivation to do the right thing. Loss either makes you help more, or puts you into a big, empty room of grief. But he wouldn't listen.

I changed into some grey sweats and an old Aeropostale t-shirt. I tied my hair in a lazy bun and walked down to the TARDIS console room. There was a note from the Doctor that said 'meet me in the kitchen.'

I walked down the hall to a door marked 'the kitchen'. I could smell pancakes and bacon coming from inside the room. I never knew the Doctor could cook.

I opened the door to find a 90's style kitchen. The Doctor was standing in front of the stove wearing his usual pin stripe. He was flipping pancakes and setting the table.

"Good morning! Did you sleep well?"
As extremely happy this morning, though, I don't know why.

"Yeah. This smells good, and I didn't know you could cook."

"I can't, the TARDIS helped me out, but I want to make sure you're happy."

Okay, this morning has been really strange. The Doctor was cooking, and making sure that I was happy. I mean, it's a given to make sure that your friends are happy, but saying it out loud is just ... weird. Something I will never be able to get used to.

"Howcome?"

"Well, you must've been having nightmares yesterday because while I was tinkering with the TARDIS I heard you screaming. I went into your room to see if you were okay, and you were shaking. You started talking in your sleep about Harold Saxon. Is everything okay?"

"Yes, everything is just dandy."

I went and sat down on one of the two chairs that were around the table. The Doctor put the pancakes on the table along with bacon, eggs, toast, breakfast sausages, fruit slices, and maple syrup. Just looking at it made my mouth water. We started eating, but didn't say anything. I always hated how there was this awkward tension between us. I mean, how could we talk with such delicious food on our plates and in our mouths, but it was still so awkward.

After we were both done I took the plates over to the sink and tarted washing them. We still hadn't said a word to each other.

"So," the Doctor broke the silence, "Where to today?"

"Well, since the TARDIS is bigger on the inside, maybe even infinitely, I think that we should just stay in the TARDIS and explore. Even though you've been living here for at least 800 years, I don't even think you've seen all the rooms."

"I probably haven't."

"Okay, what are we waiting for then?!"

I was in such a better mood than I was in yesterday. We walked out of the kitchen, through the hallway, and back to the console room. There were 5 corridors that we could go through and I went in the one directly across from the doors of the TARDIS. I kept walking down the hall until I saw a room with an open door. The Doctor couldn't recognize which room at was, so we were both shocked when we walked in.

"Wow! There's so much stuff in here!" I turned around, smiling, to face the Doctor that looked like he was about to cry.

"Doctor what's wrong?"

"All this stuff is from my past companions, or from adventures we had together. This was what they left behind."

I expected him to leave, but instead he gestured around the room while telling me to 'look at everything'. I saw so much stuff. I saw a black leather jacket with the words 'Ace' and a lot of logos on the back, a broken tin dog, a medical card that read 'Martha Jones', a gold necklace that had a charm that looked like a pill, a rainbow coloured scarf, a recorder, a bracelet that had the name 'Susan' on it, and a purple leather jacket that seemed to make a tear come to the Doctor's eye. I was guessing that it belonged to Rose.

I turned around to see that the room was empty.I open the door and the Doctor was standing outside crying. I hugged him, not saying a word. Because sometimes, words are just too hurtful. Words like when you find out your loved ones are dead and there's nothing you can do about it.