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Post by eleven on Feb 17, 2013 18:30:16 GMT -5
 He didn't know why he was here, in this place of all places. In fact it was probably the last place he wanted to be in the entire universe. His city was just, too painful to stand on its own soil. He stood there, the man with the box, out on Central Park eyeing all the people having the time of their lives in the lush grass. Most had people that they were accompanied with, which made it more painful to look at them.
This was a different universe, perhaps he could go back and...no. That wasn't even an option. He, better than anyone, knew that if they didn't exist in this universe, then they wouldn't exist anywhere else along this timeline. Besides, was he willing to put them through all that pain a second time? No, he couldn't, he knew deep down that they deserved a life together, one where they aren't running from danger.
"Amy..." The name slipped from his mouth. He took a deep breath to prevent himself from losing it. Right now he didn't want to think about sad things, right now, right now was important. Right now he was making sure the TARDIS wasn't suffering any damage from coming into this odd universe. So he went back into his blue police box to make sure it was working fine.
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