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He stands on the threshold of the TARDIS, looking at the sky. Though there’s thousands of stars visible, he focusses on an empty patch of blackness.
There used to be a star there, too, until a desperate man needed to send a message.
Many of the other stars are gone, their light taking centuries to reach him.
No one knows better that time is relentless, but these reminders are still a punch to the gut. Slowly, every trace she ever existed is fading away.
He turns his back, grateful sound works differently so her laugh doesn’t echo through his ship.