He was running again. He had been running his whole life, but this time it was different. He wasn't running for the thrill, or to escape danger. He was running because he was afraid and he couldn't remember why.

He was running through endless corridors of an impossible place and every corridor, no matter how fast he ran, always returned him to the same place. The circular room with the large console in the middle. The buttons and levers on it endless and confusing. He had tried several times to reach the door at the other end but every time the ship had hummed angrily at him and tilted.

He turned and ran the opposite direction again, desperately looking for somebody, anybody who could help him. Room after room suggested that people had been in the ship. But the place was empty, he was alone, so very alone. He was terrified. He wanted somebody, anybody, who could help him. He didn't realize that he was the reason he was alone.

"I was going to stay with you forever," Donna had told him. She had been the best friend, he had ever had. If only he could remember her.