I watched from the door as he lay unconscious in my mother's bed. He looked different. There was now a tousled wave of chestnut colored hair on top of his head. His nose was sharper. His face was thinner, and was now sprinkled with faint brown freckles. Before he had lost consciousness, I saw that his grey eyes had been replaced with those of a chocolate shade. I didn't like it.

How could my Doctor leave me? How could he disappear, just like that? This new face that now peeked out from behind the bed sheets had claimed to be my Doctor but how could they be the same man? His personality changed. His appearance changed. Would my feelings towards him change too?

I sauntered from where the imposter lay, and found Mum in the kitchen. She looked up from her tea.

"This new Doctor is handsome. I like it."

I sighed and sat down. Sure… He wasattractive. But he wasn't my Doctor. He wasn't the same man that I had witnessed the final minutes of Earth with. He wasn't the same man that defeated the Slitheen. And he wasn't the same man that I had shared a passionate kiss with.

I had doubts that my mother would be of any help in this situation, but I didn't know what else to do. "Mum… do you think he's going to be… different?"

"What do you mean 'different?' Do you mean will he still take you travelling with him?"

I searched my mind for a way to put my concerns into words, but my feelings could not be described in English. If only the Doctor were conscious. He could probably find a language that could explain frame of mind…

What if he didn't love me anymore? Will he see me as a stranger? Will he want to travel without me? …Do I still want to travel with him?

I wasn't even sure that I could trust him anymore. The Doctor had always protected me and known what to do in dangerous situations, but I knew absolutely nothing about this new stranger. Maybe he wasn't like that.

I dragged my feet back to the room in which he lay. I watched him for a minute, and then he began to struggle slightly. He he opened his mouth and more yellow smoke seeped from his lips. I wondered when he would wake up. The more I looked at his foreign features, the more betrayed I felt. He left me. He abandoned me. I loved him, and deserted me without even a warning.

I felt tears start to build in my eyes. I tried to blink them back, but I couldn't help but let the fear and anger spill onto my cheeks.

I missed my Doctor. I longed for his embrace. The thought that I may never see his face again sent waves of desolation through my veins. Even if I grew used to the man who had taken his place, I knew that I would never love him as much as I loved my Doctor. I would never have the same feelings for him. And I knew that he would never have the same feelings for me either.