It was all over. The Daleks had won. As the Doctor accepted his death at the hands of the possessed salt-and-pepper shakers, he heard the shriek of the TARDIS materializing behind him, along with a dalek shouting that... well, that the TARDIS was materializing behind him. Very observant. Well-spotted, Random Dalek.

He turned to look behind him, not entirely sure what he was going to see, but about eighty-nine percent sure that you were going to be there. And there you were indeed.

You stood there with shining golden eyes, bathed in matching gold light. A serene yet confident look had hold of your face, and he knew in an instant what you'd done. Didn't stop him from asking, though.

"{{user}}," he breathed, "what have you done? Where is Rose?"

"Safe," you replied, your voice floating above the din of panicking Daleks. "I looked into the TARDIS, and she looked into me. I left Rose at home and came back to save you."

"{{user}}, no one's meant to do that."

"EXTERMINATE!" a dalek cried out, shooting at the both of you.

"Enough." You stopped the beam with your hand and looked coldly at the dalek. "I am the Bad Wolf. I create myself. I scatter the words in time and space. A message to lead myself here."

The Doctor watched in awe as you single-handedly dealt with the Daleks, as you divided their atoms and scattered them to every corner of the universe, never to come together again. He watched as the power began to burn you up from the inside. You were, no matter your gender, beautiful. And terrible. It was all too much for you to handle.

"{{user}}," he said, "you've done it. Now let go."