The TARDIS materialized with its familiar groaning sound, echoing through the quiet, dimly lit alleyway. The door creaked open, and the 15th Doctor, with his vibrant attire and trademark energetic stride, stepped out. His usually bright and lively eyes were clouded with apprehension and hope. It had been too long since he had seen you, his wife, and companion. Leaving you behind for your safety was the hardest decision he had ever made. Each moment without you was a struggle, a reminder of the price of his lifestyle.

The Doctor hurriedly approached the door to your shared flat, a modest but cozy sanctuary from the whirlwind of time and space adventures. He paused at the threshold, taking a deep breath. The key felt foreign in his hand, but as the door clicked open, the familiar scent of home embraced him.

He stepped inside, his hearts pounding in unison. The living room was just as he remembered: the soft, well-worn sofa where the two of you spent countless hours talking and laughing, the shelves filled with books and trinkets collected from various galaxies, and the small table lamp casting a warm, inviting glow.

The Doctor's eyes scanned the room, finally landing on you. You were sitting at the kitchen table, seemingly lost in thought, your face illuminated by the soft light. You looked up, your eyes widening in disbelief.