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The Doctor paced. Everything seemed to be moving slowly now that he was alone. Things were better off that way though, he tried to convince himself. He knew it wasn't true. Grief and regret rippled through him as he circled the console. He hadn't gone anywhere in a few days. Instead, he spent his time brooding on a lonely, deserted planet.

"You're all I have left, old girl," he sighed softly as he pulled a few levers, "Once more unto the breach for old time's sake?

The Doctor's movements turned frantic as he turned dials, pressed buttons, and pulled levers. The mighty time ship was supposed to be piloted by a crew of four to six, but he did just fine on his own. He twirled and leapt around the console, like some odd old ritual dance. He could never truly contain himself when he was flying; just the sensation he received from his bond with the living machinery would be enough to send any man into a state of sheer joy.

"Allons-y! "He yelled as the ship hit a patch of turbulence in the time-stream. "Come on, old girl! You've taken worse than this!"

The Doctor grinned like a madman as he raced to change paths in order to break from what was causing his TARDIS to buck and sway. He opened up all of the stops and went at full speed forward. Forever going forward, even when he went back in time. That's all he ever really did. That's all he could do, now.

"There's so much out there... So much that even I haven't seen."

He knew he was alone. The only one left of a once grand, imposing race. But he had run from that. From the grandeur, the tradition. That wasn't him. That wasn't who he knew he was. He had to keep going, never looking back for even a second. It was painful to look back on all that he'd lost, all that had happened. Reflection was never easy for him.

He spun once more and slammed his open palm down on a flat bit of metal. The old girl was temperamental these days. Like she hadn't been before? Still, it was home. He'd never leave her, probably.

She'd been taken from him a few times, but he always got her back. His ship was the only constant in his life. The only thing that had been there all that time. He smiled as he landed. The flight was perfect, and it put him in such a good mood.

"Thank you again, old girl."

He patted the monitor gently before turning and throwing on his coat, tugging the sleeves into exactly the right place. He did a quick search of his pockets to make sure he had everything he needed, and then he finally padded over to the door. He grinned as he turned once more to look over the console. His ship. His mighty ship. His home.

"I'll be right back."

And with that, the Doctor winked slightly, turned and bounded out the door into the unknown.