"How lonely I am..." I think to myself. "I have everything that could be desired except for the one thing that I truly need." I look over at Clara. She would love to think that all I see is her but when I look at her, I see Rose, and Martha, and Sarah-Jane, and Donna, and Jack, and Amy, and Rory, and all the rest that have accumulated over the years. Those long, lonely years. All those friendly faces layered, one on top of the other, make me feel so so guilty. I have lost every, single one of them and I will lose Clara too. Oh dear Clara... What is it that I need though? I need forever companionship and I fear if I lose her, if I lose one more, that I won't be able to handle it anymore and I will become The Master. A man who is also all alone and pushes everyone away because he cannot stand to lose anymore. He puts on a strong mask and pretends to hate everything but underneath, he desires the same thing that I do. I refuse to be like him. Not cruel nor cowardly... That was my vow and I shall stick by it. "I am The Doctor and I always will be, but times change and so must I..." I say to Clara. "It's my time to go. I will see you again but with a new face." There are tears streaming down her face now. I've done it again. I've hurt her just like I have everybody else and I start to cry. Myself, The Doctor, crying. I hate when I do that. I look like a human and maybe in some ways, I am.
