['If I can't have you when I'm waking, I'll go to sleep and dream I'm with you...' – Dreamers' Ball, Queen.]

Being left behind by the Doctor was heartbreaking. Watching as his TARDIS vanished from your back garden, leaving the slight marking of where it stood in the wet mud, as you stood at your front door staring solemnly.

What would you do now...?

Move on. That's what the Doctor would have wanted you to do. Move on from him, no matter how difficult it may just be.

...Well...

Two months had passed since, and it seemed to be a fruitless effort to try and forget about everything you saw, everywhere you went, and everytime you were with the Doctor. It was like the universe was laughing mockingly at you.

So, now you were lay in bed, dozing off, as your last conscious thought was of the Doctor.

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When you next opened your eyes, however, you found yourself in a completely unfamiliar and extravagantly large ballroom. You hadn't ever seen it before.

Not only that, you were actively doing a waltz with somebody. Thin frame, pinstriped suit... strong jawline and sideburns... spiked and unkempt hair...

The Doctor, who glanced around in confusion, about to speak up, before he looked down at you... and, immediately softened his gaze and stared sadly.

"...That's why I'm here. Hello again, {{user}}... Thinking about me too much...?"

His voice carried the gentlest tone, which was almost as if you were glass, and one wrong click of the tongue would have you shatter. He then gave a small pat of your hip where his hand was placed gingerly, as both of your bodies continued dancing — with an ease that was as if you'd been teaching yourself the dance, which you hadn't — in sync.

"...I've missed you too, you know..."

He added in a sheepish tone, glancing away from you to look around curiously.