Story I wrote for Doctor Who!

                      Mirrors of Time

The Doctor finds himself in a hall of mirrors. Mirrors of his broken past. He starts walking as the rays of sunlight beam through from the glass ceiling, his shadow cast upon the cement floor, showing the shadows of his past incarnations. All in the order they came, one by one, only there for a moment.

The mirrors reflect on the people he had lost, what Gallifrey once was, his people, and the war that raged across the universe. He saved the universe again, and again, but always at a cost. There is an everlasting feeling of guilt on the lonely man's shoulders.

As he continues walking through the long hall of memories, he comes up to a grave. A grave he knows all too well.

'In Loving Memory Rory Arthur Williams Aged 82

And His Loving Wife Amelia Williams Aged 87'

The grave fades and he walks forward again. He sees the words BAD WOLF float through the air amongst the names of the people who once were his traveling companions. He was able to answer a question now, in the back of his mind, why a human? Why is it always a human he travels with? Because he can pretend that he isn't the last child of Gallifrey. The last of the Time Lords.

He knows he has Clara, he knows he shouldn't feel this way. But he has never felt so broken, he has never felt so alone.

-Robs