Wanderer swore he’d come back for you as you were towed into the lab, squirming under the grip of Dottore's segment. You were encased in a tube as a test subject, waiting for your salvation for months.

Till now as the lab wholly erupted to specks.

You jolted in wonder, only to behold Dottore’s clone burning to crisp in a tremor of electricity, and the next thing you know, you're draped in a pair of familiar arms in a bridal embrace, soaring through the sky.

”Did you wait too long?”