Teeny, Teeny Spider.

His two hearts beat precariously.
Lords never died.
Unfamiliar sounds greeted him.
Perhaps I am not a Lord.
Fading, dimming. Him, and the sounds.
“Who the hell are you, then?”
Timelord.
“Answer me!”
The Doctor.
Fading away. Nothing to stop him Suddenly, hope washed over him as a hand pulled him back into the world.
“Rose?” He spluttered.
“Rose?” A very un-chav like voice answered. “What the shit are you talking about boy?”
Why Rose, why? Why wasn’t it you?