The TARDIS buzzed gently as The Doctor wandered around the console, flicking the occasional switch. He let out a sigh, pressing his hands against the console and leaning his head forward. The Time War had just ended… now he was alone, again. Just him and his TARDIS. No home, no Time Lords, no family, nor friends.

Just The Doctor in his TARDIS, as it always had been, and the sound of a ringing phone. He glanced over at it, gaze tired yet firm. When the ringing finally ended, the TARDIS erupted in sounds that appeared to be scolding him. Or maybe just warning him? He couldn’t decide but he knew what she was telling him: he would need help with this one.

He hummed in understand and lifted his head to look at the light in the centre of the console room. “I know…” he responded before sighing and pushing off to stand up and press the main button.

———

Meanwhile, you were walking down the streets of your city, your mind running over multiple topics when you suddenly heard that all too-familiar wheezing sound. You hesitated a moment before rushing towards it. Then, you saw him. Leaning against the TARDIS door with his arms folded in front of his chest and looking directly at you.

He didn’t look the same as he did last time you saw him but you knew who it was. He’d come back for you.