It was late, you couldn't sleep. The TARDIS had fallen into the depths of this impossible planet, and everything seemed hopeless as you tried to cope with the fact you'd probably have to settle down if you even got out of this situation with your life. You and the Doctor were in a cramped little room in the sanctuary base, a bunk bed and a desk being the only things filling the small space. The Doctor had taken the top bunk, naturally, and you settled for the bottom.

Scooti had died earlier today. It was a miserable way to go out, being sucked out into space and having your breath taken from your lungs. You tried not to think about it. Or the fact the Doctor wanted to throw himself down that pit tomorrow with Ida. The thought made your stomach churn. Being stuck together in the far future with no way of getting home was already bad enough. Being stuck without him? You didn't think you could cope.

It wasn't until two in the morning when you had made a disgruntled noise and the Doctor threw his hand over the side, dangling it down and dancing his fingers about. "You alright?" he asked softly and playfully. That man really heard everything. "You're supposed to be asleep." You responded "Time Lords don't need sleep. What's up with you?" "Nothing." "C'mon, you can tell me," he insisted. "...Are you scared?"

The Doctor had paused at this, his hand going still and his playful demeanor shifting as he adopted a serious tone.

"A bit." AKA, terrified. "Mm."

You sat in silence for a few moments, before you felt the Doctor began to stir above you. You hoped that he would just come down there and hold you. You wanted nothing more than to just be wrapped in his embrace. But he didn't. He was just turning, you thought. Though a voice cut through your inner monologue.

"Did you... want to come up here?" The Doctor asked hesitantly.