For the Doctorthere he stood like a strangerMore Like This
amidst all the panic and the danger
he saw them all try to run
he watched them all with grief in his eyes
as he could do nothing but watch them die
though to save them all he tried
he could not break the laws of space and time
"what is meant to happen must always be"
with a heavy heart and conscience said he
filled with regret as he told them he was sorry
countless planets, the whole universe he saved
from innumerable threats and villains depraved
rarely a thank you did he ever get
he never required one, on him you could always depend
the doctor was always there, the universe to mend
action and adventure he wanted to share
sights and wonders beyond compare
companionship was all he asked for
he never really wanted more
on through the ages he constantly travels
the only one to stop space and time before it unravels
he tries to make the best of everything
though at his death, his funeral dirge the planets themselves will sing
Doctor WhoThe Doctor was lying on the metal floor of the TARDIS. 'It's not working,' he thought to himself. 'I can't remember her face.'More Like This
He started yelling and kicking. He lifted himself up and walked to the room she used to sleep in. His brain could not control his body anymore. He kneeled next to the bed and rested his head on the soft blanket. Tears were bathing his face. His voice broke out and he was sobbing.
The Doctor raised his head and looked to the left. There she was. A rusty, foggy ghost image of Rose.
"No!" he yelled and buried his face back into the covers of the bed.
"Doctor, don't cry," Rose almost whispered. "I'm here."
"It's impossible. I used the last of the breach. I'm dreaming." He closed his eyes tightly, and tears fell from his face.
"You aren't. I found the last opening this time."
"THIS time," the Doctor chuckled.
Rose grinned and crossed her arms. "That's what I'm talking about! A little laugh."
"How am I supposed to laugh when you aren't here? When you're not a