The Doctor sighed, his hearts breaking. Why did they always leave? Was it his fault?
He ran his fingers lightly over the TARDIS' many buttons and pushed down resolutely on the one for "random." He didn't care where he went, as long as it was away from here, so he would let the TARDIS decide; it always knew where he would be needed.
The whooshing finally ended, and the Doctor stuck his head curiously out the door. He wasn't quite sure where he was, except that it was most definitely the planet Earth. His ship had landed at the top of a hill in the middle of a suburban neighborhood; nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary, except for a girl. Sitting alone. Under a tree.
And a storm was brewing.