The Story of Emily Evans

XXVII: Pears Aren't Nice

The other guests were leaving via their shuttles while the Doctor has found me a first aid kit. Rose was looking out the window at the shards left of the Earth. I flinched as the Doctor pressed down a little too hard while cleaning my burn. "Ow...careful...." I complained.

"Trying." The Doctor told me as he continued cleaning it. "It'd go better if you'd stop moving."

"I'm trying." I told him as he finished cleaning it. He then wrapped a piece of cloth around it. Burns are to be kept clean and dry.

"Better." The Doctor told me as he looked at his work. "It'll do until we get back to the Tardis, I have creams leagues ahead of what's in this kit."

"The end of the Earth." Rose stated as she looked out the window, her voice held sorrow. "It's gone. We were too busy saving ourselves. No one saw it go. All those years, all that history, and no one was even looking. It's just-."

"Gone." I told her as I faced her.

The Doctor grabbed both of our hands before he lead us away from the window. "Come with me." He lead us back to the Tardis, and we entered. He went over to the console before he pressed some buttons and flipped some levers. The Tardis made it's familiar sounds as the floor slightly shook. I think I'm getting used to being in it, it doesn't knock me off balance easily.

When the Tardis landed, the Doctor went over to the doors as he opened them to a bustling Earth. We walked out and looked around. I caught a nearby newspaper stand, the date read August 5th, 2005. Only a couple months before Rose and I had left with the Doctor.

"You think it'll last forever, people and cars and concrete, but it won't." The Doctor stated, looking around at all the people walking past. "One day it's all gone. Even the sky." He seemed to pause for a moment before he next spoke. "My planet's gone. It's dead. It burned like the Earth. It's just rocks and dust before its time." As he spoke, his grip on my uninjured hand seemed to tighten...but not in a painful, not even slightly, way.

"What happened...?" Rose seemed to ask him.

"There was a war...and we lost." The Doctor told me. As he spoke, my head seemed to hurt but I tried to push it to the side...now wasn't the time.

"With who...?" I managed to ask out, quite squeakily through my headache. "What happened to your people...?"

He took a moment before he responded, his pained eyes seemed to search mine. "I'm a Time Lord. I'm the last of the Time Lords. They're all gone. I'm the only survivor. I'm left travelling on my own 'cos there's no one else."

"There's us...me and Emily." Rose told him, trying to comfort him.

"You've seen how dangerous it is. You both have." The Doctor told me and Rose. "Do you want to go home?"

"I don't know." Rose told him. "I want...oh, can you smell chips...?"

I sniffed the air around me, my hunger seemed to finally settle in and make itself known. "I don't know about you but...I'm starving...." If the future Doctor wasn't exaggerating...then I haven't eaten in three days. I suppose it's true...hunger doesn't come with a constant pain, it comes in pangs...hunger pangs.

"Yeah." The Doctor answered Rose's question.

"I want chips." Rose replied.

"Me too." The Doctor agreed.

"Anyone have any money...?" I asked them aloud. I don't think I have any in my bag...and I'm pretty sure the only one I do have is most likely too advanced...it wouldn't even be considered money.

"I've got my wallet." Rose told me.

"Great...!" I told her, a mischievous glint in my eyes.

"I don't like that look...." Rose told me.