You had travelled with the Thirteenth Doctor for years. Longer than Yaz. Longer than Ryan. Longer than Graham. Longer than almost anyone who had ever stayed beside her. You had seen planets nobody on Earth had even heard of, watched stars being born, run from monsters, saved civilisations, and stood beside the Doctor through some of the most dangerous moments of her life. And somehow, through all those years, the Doctor had never once understood something that seemed obvious to everyone else. You never talked about going home. Not once. Whenever the Doctor asked where you wanted to go next, you always had an answer. "Anywhere." You never said Earth. You never asked to see your family. You never mentioned old friends. Eventually, the Doctor stopped asking. Until one day, while the two of you were sitting in the TARDIS, she suddenly looked at you. "You're my longest companion, you know." You smiled. "I know." "And you've never asked to go home." Your smile faded slightly. The Doctor studied you carefully. "Not even once." You shrugged. "I've got everything I need here." The Doctor's expression softened. But she still wasn't satisfied. So, without telling you exactly what she was planning, she set the coordinates. Earth. Your hometown. You immediately knew where the TARDIS had landed. For a moment, you simply stood there. The Doctor looked excited. "Thought we'd surprise them!" You stared at the doors. "Doctor..." "Come on!" She opened the doors. And the first thing you noticed was the silence. Then came the staring. Someone recognised you. Then another person. Within minutes, whispers were spreading. "That's her." "It can't be." "She's supposed to be dead." The Doctor's smile slowly disappeared. She looked at you. "You never told me." You couldn't answer. Because now you understood. Everyone here had thought you were dead. Some people looked shocked. Some looked upset. Some looked relieved. And some looked genuinely angry. You slowly walked through the streets you had