"Aren't you ever self-critical?" she asked. "I mean, there's absolutely nothing wrong with you, but don't you do it from time to time?" I shook my head. "No," I said. "Maybe it's a Hastings thing."

The Doctor and Clara. Inseparable travellers through time and space, always running, always adventuring, forever helping. Planets, civilisations, each other- it doesn't matter where or why. Wherever there's trouble they're close behind, solving and healing. Until one day. One dark, impossible day, when an impossible enemy rose from the ashes of a long-dead memory and tore them apart. WARNING: YOU MAY EXPERIENCE EXTREME FEELS WHILE READING. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, shape, or form, own Doctor Who or any of its characters. That honour belongs to the BBC alone. CopyrightWhovianInSpace962014