"She was Sarah Jane Smith Robin," the Doctor spoke, resting his hands on either side of the railing, his head still lowered whilst his eye gazed dismally at the ground. "She was one of my oldest friends. She had been with me ever since my third face. She was one of the most courageous, ingenious and down right remarkable people I had ever met. And she honored me with a friendship I sometimes felt like I didn't deserve."<br/><br/>"I knew this day would come, but not like this. I imagined something far in the future. I thought of her surrounded by grandchildren and friends. And there would be me, popping in to say a final farewell and tell her just how incredible she was," the Doctor whispered. The sound of something light and wet pattered on the ground beneath the Doctor's feet. Tears were running down his face, but he wiped them away before she could see them. "And I didn't have that with her Robin. Just like the Brigadier, I passed her by."<br/><br/>The Doctor sighed heavily before straightening up and running his hands down his face before taking in a deep breath. He looked about the sky and managed to crack a smile as he looked up at the lasers, that were now drawing a gigantic target on the sky, readying it for the fire works.<br/><br/>"Not long now," the Doctor said quietly before swallowing hard.<br/><br/>"You're right," he croaked, "I know you're right, but yet I can't accept it. Things like this always feel like they're my fault, even though I know the only things that are at fault are fat and time itself. The luck of the draw made it so that I stand here with one less person in my life, with one more scar on my hearts," the Doctor said softly before turning to Robin and smiling softly. "Which is why I want you to call your brother Robin. I know you only saw him a moment ago, but you know as well as I do that humans lives will pass us by no matter how much we try to tell fate and time to go jump off a cliff."