☆ Alone In this World ☆

☆ The Orinet Express ☆

The Doctor paced around in his TARDIS re-thinking over his plans to gain his companion's trust again.

He knew he had a chance at getting {Y/n} back, but Clara had made it clear to him that she wanted nothing to do with him or his 'box' ever again.

It's been four months since he last spoke to her. A long time on her behalf.

He regrets not checking up on her, especially to see how she was getting on with her carer, but he was too caught up in his problems here and there to think about how she was or felt. For that, he could only imagine how hard it was for her to break the news to him the way she did.

He took Clara and a student Courtney, out for a trip to the moon but ended up abandoning them as a way of 'respecting' her in his words.

Clara was left to choose the fate of her planet, whether that was to protect herself and Courtney, but wipe out the whole of future mankind or sacrifice themselves to save everyone.

He'll never forget the hatred used in her words or the tedious look she gave him after refusing to travel with him any longer. The amount of danger he put her in and that innocent student, Courtney was not acceptable. Even he knew that.

She felt betrayed by her friend and for that, he didn't deserve to have her around anymore.

Now the Doctor left with no one to travel with, knew that he deserved this. Every day regretting the decisions he made and the way he treated the two, he wanted to make things right and to do that, he had the perfect day planned.

Checking over his scanners one last time, he fixed up the way he looked before exiting from the TARDIS to see a sign reading:

'Nursery play school'

He walked over to the glass doors and stood in front of it for five minutes, having no clue how to open it before deciding to use his sonic on the sly.

Imagine a Two-thousand-year-old-time- traveller defeated by a glass door.

With a click, the door opened to show a short corridor leading to two different rooms.

One of the signs above the playrooms read 2-3 rooms. Scrunching his brows in confusion, he peered through one of the glass-framed windows and saw loads of small children, playing around with toys that were carelessly scattered around the place.

"Children," He tuts.

"So simple yet so destructive," He says as his remote eyes scan around the room waiting for something to happen.

His attention was brought to the brown-haired female who just came out from the changing rooms holding a child in her arms with a smile.

He couldn't understand how she had such passion for her job until seeing it for himself. She mentioned something to do with children to him before, but he didn't have this in mind when she told him. Well, that was one of the reasons, the other being that he forgot she did due to the amount of conversation he has.

He found himself captivated by watching her organising tasks and interacting with the children. He even calculated to be at least 8 toddlers playing in that room. That explains how she was able to work so well under pressure. It was truly memorizing.

When he moved his head he was met by a woman who looked unpleased to see him there slouching and snooping.

"Can I help you with anything, sir?" The woman asked scanning over him with prying eyes, judging him just by his appearance.

"Ehhh..." He trails.

"I'm just here to see a friend," he replies pointing back to the room she was in behind him.