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The Doctor once hated time. It only served as a reminder of what he couldn’t have. Friends were great, but they would leave him eventually. He could never have more. It was why he was always running. Because stopping was a reminder of everything he’d lost and that he’d ultimately be alone.
Then came Rose. Despite his best intentions, she became everything to him.
Now, as he stepped through doorway of the the Tyler mansion, he smiled as the grandfather clock struck five. Time was no longer a curse but a gift, and he could share it with his beloved.