A Small Clearing in the Preserve, Saturday Night

[nine_and_ears]

They all left, in the end. He shouldn't take it hard, but... the TARDIS felt just that much more empty.

So the Doctor sat down on a tree stump, and pulled a pack of cards from his jacket pocket. He started tossing them out, one by one, saying the names as he went.

"Susan. Ian. Barbara..."

[ooc: For someone in particular]

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[nadiathesaint]

The nonprom had been interesting, but Nadia had felt the need for a break. A few moments to go cry think by herself before going back to join her friends.

She was rather startled to see the Doctor sitting there as she stepped into the clearing. She stood there quietly for a long moment, just watching him. "I guess you get used to people leaving, eventually?"

[nine_and_ears]

"Kamelion. Turlough..." the Doctor looked up. "You never do, if you care about them. You just learn to... fill the void."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia moved over to sit next to him. "How?"

[nine_and_ears]

"Well, you can't really ever replace anyone," the Doctor said. "That's like... trying to fill an open wound with silly putty. Doesn't work." He fiddled with what was left of the deck in his hands. "You have to distract yourself. Find someone or something new. Like a sort of festive bandage."