It was a moment she knew would have to happen eventually and yet when faced with the reality of it - it hurt way more then she had anticipated it would. The Doctor, this Doctor had forgotten about her. Or rather, he hadn't met her yet. They'd always had a relationship that was boarderline paradoxical. Knowing him before he'd met her. Him knowing her before she'd rightly met him. Traveling backwards through each other's time streame.

"Oh my god, your eyes." It was hard not to notice them now that she has her hands on his face. "So young. Of course you don't know me." Why had Stacy brought another Doctor here? It was one more person she had to watch out for and it was hard enough to keep an eye on the bow tie one.

Pulling her hands back, she wipes at the corner of her eyes which had become moist with tears she could never rightly shed. Eleven was still here. She hadn't lost the Doctor entirely, she had to keep telling herself that. "I'm sorry, that was a bit forward of me, wasn't it? Well, you'll be glad to know that your lovely TARDIS is here, along with a splendid array of both past, present, and future companions. Also, your future regeneration is here."