The Doctor didn't make a move while Robin spoke to him. He simply stared at the ceiling, silent and still, like a statue. His ancient eyes gazing into nothingness as he absorbed the words.<br/><br/>His mind wandered a little. It reached out to the darkest, most solid, memories that he could recall. The pictures of a beautiful planet with a sweet orange sky and silver forests that glowed like jewellery in the sun. Golden fields nestled around snow capped mountains and scarlet deserts and in the centre of it all stood a city, glorious and proud, contained in a glass sphere. A world of pure majesty and beauty...and it had all burned, because of him.<br/><br/>The details were rough of how he had done it. He knew that he was the last of the Time Lords, he knew they were all gone, but their enemy varied. No matter how hard he tried the Doctor just couldn't pull the parts of the image together. All he could see was a single eye, staring at<br/>him with cold malice, uttering a single word that bared so much hate and anger. Yet, despite how much the enemy spoke the word, he just couldn't make sense of it. He couldn't recall the word that he hated so much.<br/><br/><em>E...X...T...E...R...M...</em><br/><br/>His gaze dropped to Robin. She spoke of his power, his age, his destructive streak that had branded him as a vengeful god in some parts of history. She talked of all the reasons why she should be afraid of him...and then went on to speak of every reason why he kept going. And why she would be beside him.<br/><br/><em>E...X...t...e....r....</em><br/><br/>The word seemed to loose it's power. It faded away and joined the rest of the rabble that made up the Doctor's jumbled mind. He could wait a while longer to find out what the word meant. He could hold on until the end of time. The word wasn't important.<br/><br/>He smiled at Robin before taking her hand and pulling her to her feet. "That was a test, and you passed" he said before taking off his anorak and pulling on his shirt. "I don't know what I was thinking, getting all mopey. I'm supposed to be jolly and bright, like Father Christmas, not down in the dumps like Edward Cullen."<br/><br/>He took a moment to flash her that cheeky pearly grin of his and squeezed her hand in his. This girl was just what he needed. A bizarre yet wonderfully stubborn human. Someone who could fill up his life and push away the darkness that resided in his foggy mind. He would take her to worlds she had never seen, dressed in his silly anorak and armed to the brim with space age tools, and she would follow him in her disco dress with that strange necklace around her neck.<br/><br/>That strange... strange necklace....<br/><br/>The Doctor shook his head as something pulled at his brain. A niggling feeling that resembled the one that the bad word brought on. Except this didn't make him feel afraid or angry, instead it mean him feel strangely impatient, as if there was something he wasn't understanding even though the clues were right in front of him.<br/><br/><em>Beware...</em><br/><br/>"Now!" The Doctor cheered, ignoring the shiver that scuttled down his spine. He jumped onto the TARDIS's console and kicked off his sandals before fiddling at the controls with his hands and feet. It seemed reckless and hardly a safe way of working an advanced machine like the TARDIS, but the Doctor carried on none the less. "We've had an adventure in the present and the future. So why don't we go to the past next? We could go see Elvis live!"