The Doctor had landed the TARDIS on Earth. It was true that he stopped off their a lot. Not just because of the rift in Cardiff but because he liked it. There was always something going on. But even when there wasn't the Doctor had always had his friends. This time though the Doctor was alone. He was miserable. He knew that he could visit Jack, but he knew the man was busy with Torchwood. The Doctor a lot of the time would smile and try to hide his pain. He was never really truely happy deep down but he did try, his friends were always the ones to make him feel better.

Leaning on the TARDIS, The Doctor felt rather tired, like he hadn't slept in days. He wasn't one to sleep much, but how he was feeling now wasn't normal. He looked around and wondered if there was something he could do to take his mind off the sleepiness that plagued his body. Having nobody to talk to was also starting to become rather tiring. He didn't know what to do either.