#strikingxtwelve

The Doctor stepped out of his TARDIS, the days were getting fewer and further in between as to when Clara traveled with him.  Dates and whatnot, getting on with her life.  Of course she wouldn’t want to stay after he regenerated, why should she?  He went from looking like he was barely in his thirties to a fifty plus year old man.  She was young, pretty..like so many other companions he had over the years.  There were only a few that successfully stayed..Sarah Jane, Peri, Rose..ah Rose. All of them dead, it had been over a thousand years since his eyes had first seen his pink and yellow human.  He had often times over the years wondered if she had a good life, a life he could never give her. 

~Your face is stupid.  No, it is not stupid, it isn't right. I know you, but I do not know you.   Your face is wrong, but I do not know why.  Who are you?~  The Wolf's mental voice was layered with age, and yet the core of it came from the imprint of a human woman.  Her energy held huon particles at its very core, born from the heart of the TARDIS. 

~I want to go inside the box, but I cannot.  Why? ~