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WARNING: MAJOR spoilers for "Day of the Doctor".

The world was crumbling around him. The sky was burning. The old man tried desperately to ignore the screaming of the people around him, but he couldn’t. This was his home, and it was coming to an end.

But he could stop it. He just had to make it to his ship. He ran as fast as his old legs could carry him. His black coat was torn and bloodstained. He could see the ship in the distance. People were running and screaming, trying not to get caught in the crossfire. Everywhere he turned, there was someone dying. He was halfway to his ship. He kept running. He held the device in his fist, the device that would save his people. He was almost to his ship. His cuts and wounds were sprinkling out little golden flakes of energy. He held it back, though. He wasn’t dead yet.

That would soon change. He was almost ten yards from his ship. He was so close that he didn’t pay any attention to his surroundings. All he focused on was the blue box. This was a horrible mistake. Not far to the left, a horrible robotic cry was heard, “EXTERMINATE!” There was the zapping noise of an energy bolt. The bolt whizzed through the air with shrieking sound. The old man heard it, but it was too late. The bolt hit him and cut a huge, streaking gash down his back. The old man shrieked in pain, and fell to the ground, right next to his ship. The world began to blur. Everything was going dark.

The darkness stopped, and the world cleared up again. The old man painfully began to stand up. He slowly reached for the handle on the ship’s door, and pushed. He limped inside, shut the door, and locked it behind him. He walked over to the central control panel. The darkness that threatened to consume him was gone, but was replaced by a golden glow. He had to act fast. He took the device in his hands and shoved it into a port on the control panel. He looked at a monitor through the intensifying glow. The screen read, “Equation accepted. Initiating time lock procedure.” The central column began to move. The wheezing roar of the engines began. The old man looked at another screen, one that viewed the world outside. The battle-scarred planet began to fade, and was replaced by the star-filled void of space. Battle ships from both sides of the war were firing endlessly at each other. He had to time his next moves carefully. The gash on his back began to fade away in a golden glow. It was almost like an hourglass counting down to his end.

He turned on the intercom, and waited. He heard a voice, his voice, one he used long ago. He felt a small bit of nostalgia. He was talking to one of the generals in the war room on the planet below. “Hello. Hello, Gallifrey High Command. This is the Doctor speaking.” Another one of his voices came on. “Hello! Also the Doctor. Can you hear me?” A third, “Also the Doctor. Standing ready.” The general spoke in an angry tone, “Dear God, three of them. All my worst nightmares at once.” The Doctors ignored him. The second voice spoke, “General, we have a plan.” The first voice interjected, “We should point out at this moment, it is a fairly terrible plan.” The second voice continued, “And almost certainly won’t work.”

“I was happy with fairly terrible.”

“Sorry, just thinking out loud.”

The first voice spoke to the general, “We’re flying our three TARDISs into your lower atmosphere.”

The gash on his back was halfway gone.

“We’re positioned at equidistant intervals around the globe.” The second voice stopped to admire himself, “Equidistant. So grown up.” The third voice continued, “We’re just about ready to do it.” The general sounded confused, “Ready to do what?” The first voice answered, “We’re going to freeze Gallifrey.”

“I’m sorry, what?” The general was now just as confused as he was mad. The second voice clarified, “Using our TARDISs, we’re going to freeze Gallifrey into a single moment of time.” The third voice continued, “You know, like those stasis cubes? A single moment in time, held in a parallel pocket universe.”

“Except we’re going to do it to a whole planet.”

“And all the people on it.”

The general was baffled. “What? Even if that we’re possible, which it isn’t, why would you do such a thing?”

“Because the alternative is burning.”

“And I’ve seen that.”

“And I never want to see it again.”

The gash was fading even more.

The general considered the option. He hesitated. “We’d be lost in another universe, frozen in a single moment. We’d have nothing.” The first voice persisted, “You would have hope! And right now, that is exactly what you don’t have!” The general wouldn’t give in. He let out a nervous chuckle. “It’s delusional! The calculations alone would take hundreds of years!” The first voice chuckled, “Oh, hundreds and hundreds!” The second voice continued, “But don’t worry, I started a very long time ago.”

The old man began to flick a series of switches. The glow was beginning to flow out of his skin. The gash kept fading. It was almost time. A blue box came flying through the crossfire. He heard another one of his voices on the intercom, the first voice he ever used. “Calling the war council of Gallifrey. This is the Doctor.” The first voice said proudly, “You might say I’ve been doing this all my lives.” On the monitor, eight more blue boxes came flying through the crossfire. His end was near, and he couldn’t help but feel the nostalgia. All his voices were speaking to each other. “Good luck.”

“Standing by.”

“Ready.”

“Commencing calculations.”

“Soon be there.”

“Across the boundaries that divide one universe from another.”

“Just got to lock onto his coordinates.”

“And for my next trick.”

The old man continued to press buttons. He placed his hand on a large lever.

The general spoke, angered once more, “I didn’t know when I was well off. All twelve of them!” A large bang was heard on the intercom. One of the other time lords spoke, “No, sir! All thirteen!” At this, the old man pulled the lever. He looked at the monitor, and gave a determined look. It was almost time. His home would soon be saved. The gash on his back now looked like nothing more than a scar. The glow was intensifying, and began to cloud his vision. Another bang was heard, louder this time. The other time lord yelled, “Sir! The Daleks know that something is happening! They’re increasing their fire power!” Another bang. The general finally gave in. The Doctor was right. They needed hope. “Do it, Doctor,” he said hesitantly, “Just do it.” There was a short silence. “DO IT!” he yelled. The Doctor said readily, “Okay,” he spoke to the others, “Gentlemen, we’re ready.” He slammed his hand on a lever, and then yelled at the top of his lungs, “GERONIMO!” His ship fell into a spiral to the planet below. The second voice did the same with a shout of “Allons-y!” The third voice sounded annoyed, “Oh for God’s sake. Gallifrey stands!” He pulled a lever.

The old man hit a series of buttons as all of the blue boxes plummeted towards the planet. He pulled a lever. His wound was gone, and after a flash of blinding light, so was the planet. The old man relaxed in his chair. He did it. He saved his home. The universe was saved from the war that threatened to end it. He sat there in the silence. There was nothing but the vast vacuum of space around him. He looked down at his glowing hand, which was completely free of any wounds. The glow intensified. He had played his part, now he could finally let it go.

But just as he had begun to relax, an alarm began going off on the monitor. He looked at it. The screen read in big flashing letters: WARNING: DIMENSIONAL RIFT OPENED. IMPACT UNAVOIDABLE. COMMENCE SAFETY PROCEDURES. The old man gave a worried look. “What?” he said, and then he was knocked off his feet. The control room shook violently. A deep, droning bell began to ring. “No,” he said, “No. No. No! NO! Not now!” The glow on his skin glowed even brighter. The room shook again. He managed to grab the control panel, and began to frantically hit a series of buttons and levers. The room shook again, this time even more violently. He was knocked to the floor. The glow was pouring from his skin. He stood up and said, “All right, old girl. It’s up to you now.” After that, the glow consumed him. Golden energy blazed out of his skin like fire from a flame thrower. The room shook. The man screamed, and he heard his new voice.

Description
WARNING: MAJOR spoilers for "Day of the Doctor".

The world was crumbling around him. The sky was burning. The old man tried desperately to ignore the screaming of the people around him, but he couldn’t. This was his home, and it was coming to an end.

But he could stop it. He just had to make it to his ship. He ran as fast as his old legs could carry him. His black coat was torn and bloodstained. He could see the ship in the distance. People were running and screaming, trying not to get caught in the crossfire. Everywhere he turned, there was someone dying. He was halfway to his ship. He kept running. He held the device in his fist, the device that would save his people. He was almost to his ship. His cuts and wounds were sprinkling out little golden flakes of energy. He held it back, though. He wasn’t dead yet.

That would soon change. He was almost ten yards from his ship. He was so close that he didn’t pay any attention to his surroundings. All he focused on was the blue box. This was a horrible mistake. Not far to the left, a horrible robotic cry was heard, “EXTERMINATE!” There was the zapping noise of an energy bolt. The bolt whizzed through the air with shrieking sound. The old man heard it, but it was too late. The bolt hit him and cut a huge, streaking gash down his back. The old man shrieked in pain, and fell to the ground, right next to his ship. The world began to blur. Everything was going dark.

The darkness stopped, and the world cleared up again. The old man painfully began to stand up. He slowly reached for the handle on the ship’s door, and pushed. He limped inside, shut the door, and locked it behind him. He walked over to the central control panel. The darkness that threatened to consume him was gone, but was replaced by a golden glow. He had to act fast. He took the device in his hands and shoved it into a port on the control panel. He looked at a monitor through the intensifying glow. The screen read, “Equation accepted. Initiating time lock procedure.” The central column began to move. The wheezing roar of the engines began. The old man looked at another screen, one that viewed the world outside. The battle-scarred planet began to fade, and was replaced by the star-filled void of space. Battle ships from both sides of the war were firing endlessly at each other. He had to time his next moves carefully. The gash on his back began to fade away in a golden glow. It was almost like an hourglass counting down to his end.

He turned on the intercom, and waited. He heard a voice, his voice, one he used long ago. He felt a small bit of nostalgia. He was talking to one of the generals in the war room on the planet below. “Hello. Hello, Gallifrey High Command. This is the Doctor speaking.” Another one of his voices came on. “Hello! Also the Doctor. Can you hear me?” A third, “Also the Doctor. Standing ready.” The general spoke in an angry tone, “Dear God, three of them. All my worst nightmares at once.” The Doctors ignored him. The second voice spoke, “General, we have a plan.” The first voice interjected, “We should point out at this moment, it is a fairly terrible plan.” The second voice continued, “And almost certainly won’t work.”

“I was happy with fairly terrible.”

“Sorry, just thinking out loud.”

The first voice spoke to the general, “We’re flying our three TARDISs into your lower atmosphere.”

The gash on his back was halfway gone.

“We’re positioned at equidistant intervals around the globe.” The second voice stopped to admire himself, “Equidistant. So grown up.” The third voice continued, “We’re just about ready to do it.” The general sounded confused, “Ready to do what?” The first voice answered, “We’re going to freeze Gallifrey.”

“I’m sorry, what?” The general was now just as confused as he was mad. The second voice clarified, “Using our TARDISs, we’re going to freeze Gallifrey into a single moment of time.” The third voice continued, “You know, like those stasis cubes? A single moment in time, held in a parallel pocket universe.”

“Except we’re going to do it to a whole planet.”

“And all the people on it.”

The general was baffled. “What? Even if that we’re possible, which it isn’t, why would you do such a thing?”

“Because the alternative is burning.”

“And I’ve seen that.”

“And I never want to see it again.”

The gash was fading even more.

The general considered the option. He hesitated. “We’d be lost in another universe, frozen in a single moment. We’d have nothing.” The first voice persisted, “You would have hope! And right now, that is exactly what you don’t have!” The general wouldn’t give in. He let out a nervous chuckle. “It’s delusional! The calculations alone would take hundreds of years!” The first voice chuckled, “Oh, hundreds and hundreds!” The second voice continued, “But don’t worry, I started a very long time ago.”

The old man began to flick a series of switches. The glow was beginning to flow out of his skin. The gash kept fading. It was almost time. A blue box came flying through the crossfire. He heard another one of his voices on the intercom, the first voice he ever used. “Calling the war council of Gallifrey. This is the Doctor.” The first voice said proudly, “You might say I’ve been doing this all my lives.” On the monitor, eight more blue boxes came flying through the crossfire. His end was near, and he couldn’t help but feel the nostalgia. All his voices were speaking to each other. “Good luck.”

“Standing by.”

“Ready.”

“Commencing calculations.”

“Soon be there.”

“Across the boundaries that divide one universe from another.”

“Just got to lock onto his coordinates.”

“And for my next trick.”

The old man continued to press buttons. He placed his hand on a large lever.

The general spoke, angered once more, “I didn’t know when I was well off. All twelve of them!” A large bang was heard on the intercom. One of the other time lords spoke, “No, sir! All thirteen!” At this, the old man pulled the lever. He looked at the monitor, and gave a determined look. It was almost time. His home would soon be saved. The gash on his back now looked like nothing more than a scar. The glow was intensifying, and began to cloud his vision. Another bang was heard, louder this time. The other time lord yelled, “Sir! The Daleks know that something is happening! They’re increasing their fire power!” Another bang. The general finally gave in. The Doctor was right. They needed hope. “Do it, Doctor,” he said hesitantly, “Just do it.” There was a short silence. “DO IT!” he yelled. The Doctor said readily, “Okay,” he spoke to the others, “Gentlemen, we’re ready.” He slammed his hand on a lever, and then yelled at the top of his lungs, “GERONIMO!” His ship fell into a spiral to the planet below. The second voice did the same with a shout of “Allons-y!” The third voice sounded annoyed, “Oh for God’s sake. Gallifrey stands!” He pulled a lever.

The old man hit a series of buttons as all of the blue boxes plummeted towards the planet. He pulled a lever. His wound was gone, and after a flash of blinding light, so was the planet. The old man relaxed in his chair. He did it. He saved his home. The universe was saved from the war that threatened to end it. He sat there in the silence. There was nothing but the vast vacuum of space around him. He looked down at his glowing hand, which was completely free of any wounds. The glow intensified. He had played his part, now he could finally let it go.

But just as he had begun to relax, an alarm began going off on the monitor. He looked at it. The screen read in big flashing letters: WARNING: DIMENSIONAL RIFT OPENED. IMPACT UNAVOIDABLE. COMMENCE SAFETY PROCEDURES. The old man gave a worried look. “What?” he said, and then he was knocked off his feet. The control room shook violently. A deep, droning bell began to ring. “No,” he said, “No. No. No! NO! Not now!” The glow on his skin glowed even brighter. The room shook again. He managed to grab the control panel, and began to frantically hit a series of buttons and levers. The room shook again, this time even more violently. He was knocked to the floor. The glow was pouring from his skin. He stood up and said, “All right, old girl. It’s up to you now.” After that, the glow consumed him. Golden energy blazed out of his skin like fire from a flame thrower. The room shook. The man screamed, and he heard his new voice.