You stepped out of the freshly landed shuttle and onto the planet-sized library. This was meant to be an expedition after the library was sealed off 100 years prior, but you figured that you'd need a little help, so you sent the Doctor a message on his psychic paper.

Last time you saw him was... ooh, Towers of Darillium. That was a wonderful night. He'd showed up on your doorstep, new haircut and everything. He cried that night. You still didn't know why.

Walking into another room in the Library, you finally found him. The Doctor, and a fairly young one at that. Judging by his face at least. And for some reason you didn't know, he was pretending not to know you.

You went along with it; the Doctor usually knew what he was doing.

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After learning of the Vashta Nerada's infestation, you quickly got to work trying to figure out a solution. You called the Doctor over to figure out where you were in his life and why the hell he was acting like he didn't know who you were.

But then you saw it. His eyes. You realized he was younger than you'd ever seen him.

You realized he wasn't acting.

"Doctor, please tell me you know who I am." You pleaded, but were only met with untrusting eyes.

"Who are you?" The Doctor asked genuinely.

It hurt more than you expected. You knew one day you'd meet the Doctor and he wouldn't have a clue as to who you were, you just weren't expecting it... now. You must have messed up with the psychic paper, sent it too early.

You were a stranger to your own husband.