The Doctor dreams.
Time dances, her robes flaring.
A volta.
Her touch is light, but cold, always cold.
She leads.
A flash of her eyes. Time changes.
Rose smiles, tongue's tip toying coyly with white teeth.
Rose frowns, drudges drearily, dreadfully through a dull life.
Rose burns bright, glows gloriously a goddess.
Faster.
Sarah lives, loves, normal and natural.
Sarah dies, dark blood spreading, soaking alien soil.
Sarah exists, fighting fiercely, for the Doctor.
Faster.
Jack dies, dead by a dalek's gun.
Jack lives, alone, abandoned.
Jack exists, immortal, impossibe.
Faster.
Martha lives.
Martha burns.
Martha -
The Doctor wakes, hearts still beating a volta.