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The stars look very different today...
Bowie had stolen that line from him. Probably a riff, too, The Doctor mused. Long fingers, slightly gnarled to match the rapidly whiting curls on his head, remained clever on guitar strings. The Doctor swung a leg - which happened to be hanging off the edge of the TARDIS hovering well the sunside of a planet somewhere around Rigel - and strummed again.
He had been here to watch the planetary system's double solar alignment. Two suns, lined up behind the TARDIS, throwing light onto a spectacular quadruple constellation a system over. Stargazing for interstellar travelers was complicated, he smirked a little.
Still.
The suns were nearly aligned. If Clara were here, she would have pushed him closer. He thought. He hit a sour chord as the suns aligned and the constellation a system over flared into beauty - dozens of stars lining into four constellations that themselves lined up. It was beautiful.
But it didn't move him like it should have. The wonder seeped away, seemed to drift off with the sonic vibrations of the notes. The stars weren't the same, he realized slowly. There were several double stars that he had quite liked- they never quite burned the way they were supposed to, that were gone. Probably burned out, finally.
"Their time I suppose," he muttered, announcing it as if someone were listening. Any moment Clara would say something punchy about how that was bollocks and-
The silence fell as she didn't. He remembered, but didn't. The suns slipped a fraction apart and he saw another star missing and suddenly everything seemed flat. Just another system, with stars dying, nothing special. Neither was he. Just an old man missing stars.
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