Alone. (ACE)
It was a scenic spot in the park. Large oaks grew over a deep still pond. It was half frozen, but this did not detract from its beauty. The TARDIS stood a silent sentinel behind a wooden bench that faced the water. On the bench, The Doctor contemplated the last year.
Rose was gone. She needed him, but he could not help her. She was trapped, almost as certainly as he began to believe he was. If he was not in this bell jar of a pocket dimension He might be able to save her. He was an explorer, a Timelord, and he was stuck on this tiny little speck of reality. There must be a way off. If it was spring, he could have fed some ducks. No such luck. So he sat and thought. It had been a long time since he felt so alone. He could learn to hate the City for that. He shivered and pulled his tweed long coat around himself more closely.