My name is Willow.

Last year I met the Tenth Incarnation of the Doctor.

And also got possessed, kidnapped, encountered the Devil etc.

Most of all, fallen in love with the Doctor again. Soon leading to my true identity as a Timelady and an engagement.

But everything came crashing down when I lost the only piece of family I had left.

After our last goodbye, both the Doctor and I found a bride in the TARDIS.

The only question is, how did she get here?

***

After Willow recovered, she wiped the tears away whilst still being held by the Doctor. "What do we do now?" She asked, murmuring.

"We move on, but we never forget." The Doctor pressed a button and set the controls before curiously glimpsing up to see a woman dressed in white nearby. He tapped Willow's shoulder, alerting her to the stranger. "What?"

The woman turned around, gasping. Her hair was a deep red and her eyes a blue-greyish colour. "What?" Willow asked, just as confused.

"Who are you?" She queried.

"But-"

"Where am I?" The woman questioned.

"What?"

She raised her voice. "What the hell is this place?!"

The two glared at her, bewildered on how this woman had managed to get inside the TARDIS. "What? You can't do that. I wasn't. We're in flight. That is, that is physically impossible! How did-"

"Tell me where I am. I demand you tell me right now where am I?" The bride demanded.

"Inside the TARDIS." Willow told her.

"The what?"

"The TARDIS." She repeated.

"The what?"

Beside her, the Doctor was growing increasingly annoyed by this intruder. "The TARDIS!"

"The what?"

Willow rolled her eyes yet tried to stay calm in this situation. "It's called the TARDIS."

"That's not even a proper word. You're just saying things!" The woman claimed.

"It's an anagram." She responded.

"How did you get in here?" The Doctor asked.

"Well, obviously, when you kidnapped me. Who was it? Who's paying you? Is it Nerys? Oh my God, she's finally got me back. This has got Nerys written all over it!" She rambled.

He scratched the back of his head, confounded. "Who the hell is Nerys?"

"Your best friend!"

They eyed each other for a moment, confused. The Doctor glanced back, acknowledging her outfit. "Hold on, wait a minute. What are you dressed like that for?"

Willow sighed, facepalming as the woman continued. "I'm going ten pin bowling. Why do you think, dumbo? I was halfway up the aisle! I've been waiting all my life for this. I was just seconds away, and then you, I don't know, you drugged me or something!"

"Ok, listen lady, we haven't done anything!" pleaded Willow.

The woman didn't listen though, protesting. "I'm having the police on you! Me and my husband, as soon as he is my husband, we're going to sue the living backside off you two!"

As soon as they looked away, the woman spotted the doors, quickly jogging over to them. The Doctor lifted his head, noticing her by the doorway. "No, wait a minute. Wait a minute. Don't!" However, it was too late as she had already opened them to reveal the gaseous nebula outside. Her mouth hung open, shocked by the sight of it.

The two shared a glance, sighing before wandering over to her. Willow began to explain. "You're in space. Outer space. This is our space ship. It's called the TARDIS."

"How am I breathing?" She asked.

"The TARDIS is protecting us." The Doctor answered.

"Who are you two?"

"I'm the Doctor and this is Willow. You?" He introduced them both.

She turned her head, answering his question. "Donna."

"You're human. I guess?" wondered Willow.

Donna scoffed. "Yeah. Is that optional?"

"It is for us." She added casually as they continued to look out at the supernova.

She hesitated, realising what they meant. At this point, she could believe it. "You're aliens."

"Yeah..." The Doctor said, the trio still gazing at the beauty of space.

For a few minutes, the three stared into the light of the burning sun that was slowly dying. It was almost peaceful. Then, Donna shivered slightly, still stunned and scared about everything. "It's freezing with these doors open."

The moment was gone and the Doctor took ahold of the doors and slammed them shut, racing back to the console with the others behind him. "I don't understand that and I understand everything. This this can't happen! There is no way a human being can lock itself onto the TARDIS and transport itself inside. It must be..." He grabbed an ophthalmoscope and used it to look into Donna's eyes like a proper Doctor. She clearly didn't like it. "Impossible. Some sort of subatomic connection? Something in the temporal field? Maybe something pulling you into alignment with the Chronon shell. Maybe something macro mining your DNA within the interior matrix. Maybe a genetic-"

Abruptly, she slapped him across the face, causing him to stumble back. Willow's eyes widened, shocked by Donna's sudden actions. "What was that for?!"

"Get me to the church!" She demanded.

The Doctor already had enough of her, he didn't care if he didn't know how this happened and purely wanted her gone at this point. "Right! Fine! We don't want you here anyway! Where is this wedding?"

Willow just wanted some calm, she had just lost her family and the Doctor didn't seem to care. "Saint Mary's, Hayden Road, Chiswick, London, England, Earth, the Solar System..." She spotted a blouse that Willow had left on the railing; Rose's blouse. Donna stormed over and picked it up. "I knew it, acting all innocent. I'm not the first, am I? How many women have you abducted?"

The two turned to her, Willow's emotions coming over her again. "That's my cousin's."

"Where is she, then? Popped out for a space walk?" She quipped.

"She's gone." She uttered, only staring at the blouse.

It was too vague for her apparently. "Gone where?!"

"We lost her." described Willow.

"Well, you can hurry up and lose me!" Donna shouted with her loud mouth, without even thinking of the connotations. She paused upon realising that the pair were solemn, more emotional about the topic than she was. Her voice calmed. "How do you mean, lost?"

Immediately, Willow stormed over and snatched the blouse from her hands as the Doctor pulled a lever, both ignoring her question. "Right, Chiswick."

***

Eventually, the TARDIS landed in a courtyard that was surrounded by buildings; it certainly wasn't the church. Donna popped her head out, already furious. "I said, Saint Mary's. What sort of Martians are you? Where's this?"

Outside, the two could sense that their travelling machine wasn't exactly feeling up to it. The Doctor stroked the side of his ship. "Something's wrong with her. The TARDIS, it's like she's... recalibrating!"

They ran back inside, confused by why the TARDIS was acting this way. "Is she digesting something? What did you eat out there?"

He grabbed a stethoscope from the side, putting it on whilst shouting to the bride outside. "Donna? You've really got to think. Is there anything that might've caused this? Anything you might've done? Any sort of alien contacts? I can't let you go wandering off. What if you're dangerous. I mean, have you, have you seen lights in the sky, or did you touch something like something, something different, something strange?"

Willow leaned against the console, rolling her eyes. "You're rambling again."

The Doctor didn't listen, instead continuing as he listened in to the heart of his ship. "Or something made out of a, box of metal or. Who're you getting married to? Are you sure he's human? He's not a bit overweight with a zip around his forehead, is he?"

They glanced back at the doorway, noticing Donna standing outside with a shocked expression on her face and her hands covering her mouth. "Oh..." Willow sighed, recognising that they never told her it was bigger on the inside.

She began to run off, the pair giving chase. "Donna!"

The Doctor shut the door behind him, both catching up to her. "Donna-" Willow started.

"Leave me alone. I just want to get married." She didn't know where she was going, she didn't care. All Donna wanted to do was to get far away from them.

"Look, why don't you come back into the TARDIS? She won't hurt you." She told her.

"No way. That box is too weird." replied Donna, pacing down the walkway.

"It's bigger on the inside, that's all." The Doctor stated.

"Oh! That's all?" She checked her watch. "Ten past three. I'm going to miss it."

"Can't you can phone them? Tell them where you are?" They stopped, Willow noticeably sighing upon hearing his response.

"How do I do that?" asked Donna.

"Haven't you got a mobile?" He questioned.

"I'm in my wedding dress. It doesn't have pockets. Who has pockets?" He scratched the back of his head, realising his mistake. "Have you ever seen a bride with pockets? When I went to my fitting at Chez Alison, the one thing I forgot to say is give me pockets!"

Awkwardly, he queried. "This man you're marrying. What's his name?"

"Lance." She beamed.

He clicked his tongue. "Good luck, Lance."

Willow giggled a little whilst Donna fired back and pointed a finger at him. "Oi! No stupid Martian is going to stop me from getting married. To hell with you!"

She swiftly stormed off, the Doctor and Willow shaking their heads in disappointment. "We're- we're not from Mars."

They ran out, joining her in the street where she was trying to wave down a taxi to no avail. "Taxi!" It drove past. "Why's his light on?"

"There's another one!" The Doctor pointed out, chasing after it.

"Taxi! Oi!" Once again, it drove past with their light still on.

"There's one over there!" shouted Willow.

For a third time, it drove past and ignored them. "Oi!"

"Do you have this effect on everyone? Why aren't they stopping?" He wondered.

"They think I'm in fancy dress." She answered.

"Stay off the sauce, darling!" A taxi driver yelled to her as he drove past.

Donna rolled her eyes. "They think I'm drunk."

A couple of lads drove past and pointed at her, shouting in unison. "You're fooling no one mate!"

She huffed. "They think I'm in drag!"

"Hold on, hold on..." He put his hand up to his mouth and blew out an ear-piercing whistle. It was enough to attract a taxi who did a quick U-turn to pick them up.

All three climbed inside and settled down on the back seats, ready to go. "Saint Mary's in Chiswick, just off Hayden Road. It's an emergency. I'm getting married. Just hurry up!"

As he started driving, the driver looked at them through and mirror and told them. "You know it'll cost you, sweetheart? Double rates today."

Her eyes widened, surprised. "Oh, my God. Have you got any money?"

Willow shook her head in realisation while the Doctor replied cluelessly. "Er, no. Haven't you?"

She facepalmed, embarrassed by his stupidity. Donna huffed, reminding him. "Pockets!" The taxi stopped, the trio being forced out. "And that goes double for your mother! I'll have him. I've got his number. I'll have him. Talk about the Christmas spirit."

"Is it Christmas?" He asked, both he and Willow recognising the decorations around them. Had it really been that long since they stopped the Battle of Canary Wharf?

"Well, duh. Maybe not on Mars, but here it's Christmas Eve. Phone box!" They began running towards it. "We can reverse the charges!"

"How come you're getting married on Christmas Eve?" Willow asked as they jogged down the street.

"Can't bear it. I hate Christmas. Honeymoon, Morocco. Sunshine, lovely." The Doctor opened the door for Donna to step inside. She unhooked the phone. "What's the operator? I've not done this in years. What do you dial? 100?"

He quickly used the sonic screwdriver on it to get it to work. "Just call the direct."

"What did you do?"

"Something... Martian. Now phone. We'll get money!" He dragged Willow by hand, leading her over to the nearest cash machine.

They join the queue, stuck behind another man. He tutted, annoyed and impatient. "Can't you ever be patient?"

"What's the fun in waiting for something to happen? It's boring." stated the Doctor before the man in front finally finished up and they were allowed to gain some money. They glanced each way, making sure nobody was looking as the Doctor used the sonic on it.

After reaching the cash withdrawal and receiving the money they needed, Willow glanced to her left. Nearby were a trio of Santas, similar to the ones they had seen last year. She tapped his arm fearfully, drawing his attention to them. "That couldn't be... could it?"

He said nothing, neither outright denying or accepting. The Santas stepped suspiciously closer, glaring right through them. "Taxi!" Simultaneously, the pair turned to find Donna reaching a taxi further away. She faced them with fury, a tenner in her hand. "Thanks for nothing, spacemen! I'll see you in Court!"

As she got inside, the Doctor and Willow had a good look at the driver and recognised the soulless eyes of a robotic Santa. It began driving away, creating panic. "Donna!"

They glanced back at the Santas who were now lowering their instruments, ready to restart the Christmas carnage from last year. Instantaneously, the Doctor pointed the sonic screwdriver at the cash machine and allowed it to infinity withdraw cash. As expected, the citizens around them joyously jumped at the chance to grab the money.

The pair's hands interlocked as they began to sprint away from the scene and prevent the robots from doing any calm. They raced back to the TARDIS, realising they had a chase on their hands. As they went inside, Willow questioned. "Were those Pilotfish? Why are they after Donna?"

"I don't think so and I don't know." He said whilst pulling levers and pressing buttons as quickly as he could. "I've locked onto the main road, I'm pretty sure he's not taking her to the wedding."

"Why is it that, after one horrible event, another must follow?" She inquired, helping out as best she could.

He noticed what she was doing on the console. "What are you doing?"

"Flying her." She responded.

"No, that's my job!"

"I know," She stated. "I'm just trying to help since I actually remember how to fly her. I suppose you don't."

"I do... in a way." He paused. "I just go along with the flow and sometimes I skim through the manual."

Willow scoffed. "Well, no wonder you fly her dreadfully!"

"Are we really having an argument here and now?"

"Yes, when else are we going to have it? Tuesday?" She was thrusted back by the sudden force of the TARDIS.

Sparks flew out of the console, the Doctor grabbing his hammer and whacking the TARDIS with brute force. "Behave! Not you, Willow!"

She wandered over to the screen, acknowledging where they were. "You're kidding me! We're flying right into traffic! Are you out of your mind?!"

"Yes, you know this already." He began to tie a piece of string around one of the levers as the TARDIS bounced off the tarmac of the road.

Finally, the Doctor and Willow sprinted over and opened the doors whilst trying to steady themselves alongside the taxi to Donna's shock. "Open the door!"

"Do what?!"

"Open the door!" He yelled again.

"I can't, it's locked!" She shouted back. The Doctor handed Willow the sonic screwdriver to unlock the taxi door. Once it had unlocked, Donna pulled down her window. "Santa's a robot!"

"Donna, open the door!" He ordered her.

"What for?" She questioned.

"I'm not blinking flip jumping. I'm supposed to be getting married!" The robot Santa noticed them talking, briskly pulling them away and accelerating down the road.

Willow rolled her eyes as the Doctor pulled on his string, causing more sparks to fly into the air. They held on for dear life, giving chase once again and flying over several cars; even bouncing off one.

Eventually, they caught up to the taxi. This time, once they were close enough, Willow used the sonic screwdriver on the robot Santa. It sparked for a moment, its hands clamping the steering wheel tightly, meaning he wouldn't be going anywhere.

"Listen to me! You've got to jump!" The Doctor told her.

"I'm not jumping on a motorway!" She shouted.

"Donna, whatever that thing wants, it's not going to be good." described Willow. "You can either stay in there and possibly be taken to your death, or come with us! Come on!"

"I'm in my wedding dress!" Donna yelled.

"Yes, you look lovely! Come on!"

Anxiously, she opened the door and glanced at the road beneath her feet. The Doctor and Willow reached out to her, ready to grab ahold of her when she jumped. However, she did not. "I can't do it!"

"Trust me." The Doctor tried to persuade her.

"Is that what you said to her? Your cousin? The one you lost? Did she trust you two?" She asked.

With absolute confidence, Willow replied. "Yes, she did. And she is not dead. She is so alive. Now, jump!"

With slight hesitance, but helped with the support from a couple of kids in a nearby jeep and her new alien friends, Donna managed to launch herself at them. She safely landed atop of them in the TARDIS, free from the evil taxi robot. The children celebrated as the Doctor slammed the TARDIS doors shut and flew off into the sky.

***

It was 3:30 in the afternoon, Donna knew that by checking her watch and comprehending that it was too late now. The Doctor was busy extinguishing the TARDIS, making sure some of the flames died down inside. "The funny thing is, for a spaceship, she doesn't really do that much flying. We'd better give her a couple of hours. You all right?"

"Doesn't matter." She uttered.

Willow stood nearby, understanding that she was upset. All she wanted to do was get married and she felt like they had just interfered with everything this woman had planned. "I guess we missed it."

"Yeah."

"Well, you can book another date." The Doctor mentioned.

"Course we can." reasoned Donna.

"You've still got the honeymoon." Willow stated.

"It's just a holiday now." She replied.

"Yeah, we're so sorry, Donna." She said, apologising for everything.

"It's not your fault." Donna told them.

The Doctor raised his eyebrows, the couple surprised by her remark. "Oh? That's a change."

She wandered towards the edge of the building the TARDIS situated on. "Wish you had a time machine, then we could go back and get it right."

The couple shared a knowing look behind her before joining Donna on the edge. "Yeah, yeah. But even if I did, I couldn't go back on someone's personal timeline. Apparently."

They all sat down on the edge, looking over London. From here they could see St. Paul's Cathedral and Willow's old home, the Powell Estate. The place will continue to haunt her.

The Doctor removed his suit jacket and put it over Donna's shoulders to keep her warm, she was grateful for a moment. "God, you're skinny. This wouldn't fit a rat."

Willow chuckled under her breath as the Doctor reached in his pocket for an object. "Oh and you'd better put this on." It was an old-looking gold ring with only a hint of shine left. She wondered how long it had been there.

Donna was repulsed by the sight of it. "Oh, do you have to rub it in?"

"Those creatures can trace you. This is a bio-damper. Should keep you hidden." He explained, taking her hand and slipping the ring on. "With this ring, I thee bio-damp."

"For better or for worse." She joked. "So, come on then. Robot Santas, what are they for?"

"Ah, your basic robo scavenger. The Father Christmas stuff is just a disguise. They're trying to blend in. We met them last Christmas." The Doctor stated.

"That was eventful." mentioned Willow.

"Why, what happened then?" She questioned, bewildered by what they were talking about.

She wasn't the only one confused, Willow and the Doctor both turning their heads towards her simultaneously. "Great big spaceship hovering over London? You didn't notice?"

"I had a bit of a hangover." answered Donna.

"Yeah, he was in a coma most of the day." She added. Willow saddened a little, remembering the year before. "We spent Christmas over there, the Powell Estate with... my family. Well, they weren't my actual family because I was adopted, it's a long story. But they felt like... they're gone now..."

She went silent, Donna grasping onto what she meant. "Your cousin, who was she?"

"Question is," The Doctor started, changing the subject. "What do camouflaged robot mercenaries want with you? And how did you get inside the TARDIS? I don't know. What's your job?"

He put his hand into his jacket pocket to retrieve his sonic screwdriver as Donna explained. "I'm a secretary."

Whilst Willow lamented to herself in thought, the Doctor scanned Donna to see if there was anything non-human about her. "It's weird. I mean, you're not special, you're not powerful, you're not connected, you're not clever, you're not important."

"Ok, Willow, have you ever punched him in the face? Stop bleeping me!" She exclaimed, knocking his hand out the way.

Her words distracted Willow from her depressing thoughts, giggling once again. "Well, I've slapped him, I'll give you that. What kind of secretary are you though?"

"I'm at HC Clements. It's where I met Lance. I was temping. I mean, it was all a bit posh really. I'd spent the last two years at a double glazing firm. Well, I thought I'm never going to fit in here. And then he made me a coffee. I mean, that just doesn't happen. Nobody gets the secretaries a coffee." She recalled, beginning to turn her answer into a recollection of how she and Lance met. "And Lance, he's the head of HR! He don't need to bother with me. But he was nice, he was funny. And it turns out he thought everyone else was really snotty too. So that's how it started, me and him. One cup of coffee. That was it."

"When was this?" He wondered.

"Six months ago."

Willow's eyes widened. "Seriously? That's a bit quick to get married. I mean, he proposed to me after six months but we haven't really planned to be wed quite yet."

"Oh, you two are engaged? That's kinda cute. I guess it works with the whole alien thing." Donna quickly moved on. "Anyway, Lance insisted, and he nagged, and he nagged me. And he just wore me down. And then finally, I just gave in."

"What does HC Clements do?" The Doctor asked, wanting to get back onto the main topic at hand.

"Oh, security systems. You know, entry codes, ID cards, that sort of thing. If you ask me, it's a posh name for locksmiths." She explicated.

"Keys." He uttered, the word rolling off his tongue.

"Anyway, enough of my CV. Come on, it's time to face the consequences. Oh, this is going to be so shaming." Donna faced them. "You can do the explaining, Martians."

"Yeah, we're not from Mars." He stood up, followed by Willow, removing his jacket from Donna's shoulders and leading her back towards the TARDIS.

"Oh, I had this great big reception all planned. Everyone's going to be heartbroken." She thought.

***

They arrived at the correct place this time, however, a party was in full-swing. No one seemed to care that Donna was missing and was busy dancing along to 'Merry X-Mas Everybody' by Slade. It seemed that the guests weren't worried at all.

Once Donna walked in, trailed by the Doctor and Willow who were still keeping an eye on her. When the guests finally acknowledged her entrance, the music abruptly stopped and Donna's fury was at maximum peak. "You had the reception without me?"

"Donna, what happened to you?" A man, presumably Lance, asked.

She ignored the question. "You had the reception without me?"

The Doctor smiled, greeting the guests. "Hello, I'm the Doctor and this is Willow."

Willow did a little awkward wave as Donna glanced over her shoulder. "They had the reception without me."

"Yes, I gathered." He replied.

"Well, it was all paid for. Why not?" A blonde haired woman snapped back.

"Thank you, Nerys." She hissed. So this was the famous Nerys, Donna definitely didn't like her. Why did she invite her to the wedding then?

"Well, what were we supposed to do? I got your silly little message in the end." Another blonde woman approached her. This must have been Donna's mother. "I'm on Earth? Very funny. What the hell happened? How did you do it? I mean, what's the trick, because I'd love to know."

All of a sudden, the crowd of guests surrounded them and started to talk over one another. They were all questioning what had happened to her because she obviously disappeared into thin air. Ultimately, it all became too much for Donna as she began sobbing, bursting into tears. The moment they noticed she was upset, the guests settled and apologised for their actions; except for Nerys of course.

Lance embraced his fiancée, the guests applauding. Unknowingly, Donna peered at the Doctor and Willow and winked at them, revealing her crying was fake. He smirked, she really was smarter than she looked at points.

***

Later, the Doctor and Willow were leaning against side of a bar as the guests, including Donna, were all partying and forgetting all of their woes from beforehand. They were having fun again, which pleased the pair. However, they knew that Donna was still in danger and that they would have to stick around in order to protect her.

He glanced over at a guest who had his phone out. The Doctor walked over to him, gesturing that he wanted to use it. The man nodded and handed him his mobile as he made his way back over to Willow. She raised her eyebrows, confused. "Who do you need to call so badly?"

"I think you'll find that I'm looking up HC Clements." He stated whilst putting on his "brainy specs" for a closer look. She leaned over as the Doctor was typing in 'HC Clements'.

Making sure nobody was looking, he removed his sonic screwdriver from his jacket pocket and used it on the phone to uncover the secrets of this organisation. It swiftly searched through all the results before coming across the owner of the business: Torchwood. Why were they not surprised.

Willow's face dropped, a sense of anger boiled up inside of her. Her fiancé could feel the tension and knew that she wasn't happy, so he immediately closed the phone and handed it back to the guest he borrowed it from. Then, he raised his hand and asked. "Would you like to dance?"

She scoffed. "Seriously? We've just gone through a roller-coaster of mayhem and calamity, and you want to dance?"

"Come on! Let's just let loose and have some fun, I think you need something to lighten your spirits." He pressed on. "Don't make me be that one awkward dancer at a party."

Eventually, after hearing enough of his nags, Willow rolled her eyes and agreed. "Fine. If it makes you happy."

The Doctor took her hand and dragged her into the crowd, twirling her around by the arm. They both grinned as he pulled her in and swayed with her.

I have wandered, I have rambled. I have crossed this crowded sphere, and I've seen a mass of problems that I long to disappear.

"I don't get it. You're overly confident in situations where you need to save someone yet you become super awkward when you're surrounded by humans sometimes." remarked Willow.

He shrugged. "Well, it just happens. I say... awkward things in uncomfortable situations. You're a natural at it though."

"Yeah, that's because I thought I was a human for over twenty years of my life, so there's that." She mentioned.

Now, all I have's this anguished heart, for you have vanished too. Oh, my girl, my girl, my precious girl, just what is this man to do?

"I heard this song before," She acknowledged. "I think it was at Prom. I never understood what it meant though."

"Well, it's just words I think." The Doctor unexpectedly spun her around again, making her laugh and almost trip over her own feet. "I thought you were good at dancing."

"Sort of, but I haven't done it in ages." She admitted. "But hey, we're having fun right."

He grinned, twirling her around again before dipping her head down to the ground playfully.

So, reel me in, my precious girl, come on, take me home. 'Cause my body's tired of travelling and my heart don't wish to roam. Yeah, eel me in, my precious girl, come on, take me home. 'Cause my body's tired of travelling and my heart don't wish to roam.

As they were dancing, Willow glimpsed a light-blonde woman dancing with her partner. She reminded her of Rose almost. The way they danced was like how she danced with Jack in the TARDIS after they rescued him, she still didn't know what happened to him.

Well, you took me in, you stole my heart, I cannot roam no more. Because love, it stays within you, it does not wash up on a shore.

She tried to stay focused on the Doctor, but her mind kept being plagued by memories of her dearest friend. Every time she looked back, Rose was there. Rose was always there. Willow tried to think of something else, nevertheless, she couldn't and the memory of her cousin being snatched away from her replayed like a movie.

But a fighting man forgets each cut, each knock, each bruise, each fall. But a fighting man cannot forget why his love don't roam no more.

Feeling her emotions overwhelm her, in a panic, she pulled away from the Doctor as tears started to form around her eyes. "I'm sorry, I-I can't..."

Willow sprinted off, running out of the room and leaving the Doctor stranded. She needed some time alone, he understood.

It was almost easy for him. He had lost so many friends and family, he was used to it by now. Each day he continued to mourn and regret for those who travelled with him and left after dire circumstances, but he tried his best to move on and hide his pain. It's worked for a while sadly.

***

I'M BAAAAACCCKK!!!

It's nice to see you all again. Look how far we've come, the third book in the series. I can't wait to release the rest of the book to you.

It's incredible, right now my first book stands at over 13,000 reads. Though it cannot be compared to those who have 100k, I am proud nonetheless.

I hope you all enjoy where this story will take us.

- Alice ❤