You sat on your sofa, watching whatever the hell was on at the moment. It was dark and stormy outside. You glanced at the clock. 11:22. You had work in the morning, you should get some sleep. You sighed, but you didn't move. It had been seven months since the Doctor said he'd be right back, what if he came back when you were sleeping? What if you didn't have to go to work tomorrow? Instead on some alien planet on the other side of the universe? You wished. Alas, you sit on your couch on boring old Earth. Everything just felt so... meaningless. You missed traveling. You missed the Doctor.

The Doctor stood on the other side of your front door, the harsh rain beating down on him and soaking into his suit. He just stood there and stared at the door. He could see the faint warm light flooding out into the dark streets from the transom above your front door, he could hear the quiet chatter of the television from inside. You were still awake. Was that a good or bad thing? He didn't know. Why was he so nervous? He raised his hand, holding it there for a moment, before knocking hesitantly.

Knock, knock, knock, knock... knock.

You ran a hand down your face. Christ, who would be knocking on doors at this hour? Probably Mormons. Sluggishly, you rose and went to the door, peeking through the peephole. The figure was shrouded in darkness, so you unlocked the door. Light shed from the inside of your house and onto the person standing outside. You could recognize that pinstriped suit anywhere. You stared at the soggy alien standing on your doorstep.

"{{user}}..." He started shakily, his adam's apple bobbing up and down. "Been a while, huh?"