[Lucy's epic Christmas present from the castle turned out to be not anything flashy or large, but merely a simple photo album. However, the photos are of subjects very dear to Lucy's heart: all the people who've most influenced her life, both at home and here in Paradisa. There's her father, sitting behind his great carved-wood desk with a very young Lucy on his knee; there are her brothers, drinking pints at the pub; there is Harry, her beloved, terrible, awe-inspiring Harry.
And then there is the Fifth Doctor, who she loved in spite of his being everything Harry wasn't, for taking care of her in his absence; Peter Carlisle, who hadn't liked who she was inside; Adam Monroe, who she loved for being *precisely* what Harry was, even when she could remember her husband; Peter Petrelli and Inara Serra, who'd accepted her into their circle without question or judgment; Saetan saDiablo, who had been something of a father figure to her in her madness; Mort Rainey, who was really too much of a kindred spirit.
In the very back there is a single photo of the Tenth Doctor, almost like an unwanted afterthought.
She's taken out her favorites of each individual and had them framed by the castle ghosts, and lined them up on the mantle above the fireplace in her room, surrounding a photo of her and Harry on their wedding day. It strikes her how much her room now resembles a condensed version of the townhouse she and her husband had shared in London, how homey it is with the framed photographs and the two cats purring and the Arcanine curled up on the hearth. All that's missing is her husband himself.
The journal only catches a quiet sigh]
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