I made my choice

A gust of salty wind greeted him, coaxing-not that it would've been hard- a smile from him. There was a screech above him.                              Peering skywards.  A magnificent beast soared past.                                                                 "Wow."  Mesmerized by the way it-was it a she? He?- moved, he stood there, taking up the role of audience. 

          Stepping out of the trademark ship, the Doctor glanced around. Eyes roving over every piece of greenery with a faint interest. This wasn't London.            Moving forwards another few steps, he pushed down the urge to just run around and examine everything. Not yet anyway. Slowly.  Very slowly. He moved towards the flower at the base of a hollowed tree. 

      A single word uttered from his lips at the mere sight of her. A single name. One that stayed the same throughout his years.                                                                                                                                                 "Clara." The sound of joy clung to his tone like a lover's caress. 

   The night is cold, bringing forth a shiver from his clothed form.                                                                                                                                   A sigh.            The childish glee that usually wrapped around him like a serpent with its prey,                                          was                                                  no                                                          longer                                                                       there. It didn't bother him. Not much anyway.  Glancing to the side, there she was, the TARDIS. Blue darkened at the edges, he would have to fix that later.  For now.                 He would rest.  But fate never did like going along with his wants.