Understandably, you were a bit stressed as you stood in an alien storage room, listening to the screams and roars outside, “What do we do!?” You asked, voice slightly desperate as you looked to the Time Lord.

“I don’t know.” He said, calmly, “And I really don’t like not knowing…”

He doesn’t know. You’re in the middle of the universe, ten thousand years into the future as you float around on a dying star… and he doesn’t know. The Doctor always knew. He always had something he could do, something that would lead to something else that would lead to safety. But right now… he didn’t know..