The Doctor woke up on the floor of the tardis, not remembering anything of what had happened.
He got up and realized how much his head hurt, so he leaned on the tardis console.
"What am I forgetting?! My mind feels so blank!"
He buried his head in his hands while he rested his elbows on the console. After a while, he pulled one lever and the tardis flew through the time vortex. The touch of the lever gave him a flashback of teaching a very blonde girl how to fly the tardis, his hand on hers as she pulled the lever. But the flashback only lasted one second, since he quickly let go of the lever. When the tardis finally landed, the Doctor opened the door and looked at the beautiful galaxy in front of him.
He sat down on the edge of the tardis, his legs hanging over the edge.
"The stars, how wonderful." He realized he felt so alone. "Why am I so lonely? Didn't I have someone who......."
The Doctor stared into the Galaxy for a couple more minutes with a sad look on his face. He tried to remember what he was about to say, forgetting. Then he realized he was tired, he had not slept in 3 days. He went back inside, looking at the screen of the computer.
"The Rose Galaxies. Hmm." he stared into the screen, his eyes getting wider. "Reminds me of something- no, someone..... I must be out of my mind. I need some sleep. "
The Doctor went into one of the hallways of the tardis, looking for his room. He reached his hand out, as if looking for someone else's to hold. Sadly there was nobody there. He looked so lost and confused. The Doctor found tears streaming down his face, as he looked at his hand that was being held by no one.
He quickly snapped out of the trance and continued to walk through the hallway. When he got to his room, he opened the door and instantly jumped onto the bed, falling fast asleep.
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The Doctor had a dream that night, and every night after that. A dream about a girl that he loved, a girl with beautiful eyes that matched his. He dreamt about showing her the universe, and holding her hand. In the dream, he couldn't tell who the girl was. He had forgotten her. The only one that made him smile and laugh, and he didn't even know who she was. Many things reminded him of the dreams, for he forgot them once he woke up. Things that are common, like mannequins, or even hearing someone tell another person "I love you". He would ignore them every time, and trudge through the rest of the day, only to go back to his room and dream those unreal dreams about someone that cares about him again. But he would wake up every morning saying the same thing;
"I'm too old for imaginary friends."
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Parallel Universe//finished
ספרות חובבים"Does it need saying?" It's already too late.
