The light burnt away and he pushed himself up gasping.
"I'm alive!" His eyes darted about where his fellow Time Lords had last stood. There was nothing left now.
"I'm still alive." A cynical grin took form on his face, despite the pain of cuts and bruises. His song had not ended. He was the Time Lord Victorious who had just proven the Ood wrong.
But then it vanished.
Tap tap tap tap...
He turned to stare at Wilf, who'd been so desperate to come along with him and who'd then gone and locked himself in that machine, despite his own protests.
And then he screamed. He shouted, yelled and pulled at his hair and cried. Wilfred said sorry. The Doctor laughed and stepped into the cubicle to kill himself.
The pain was excruciating, but he clenched his jaw and collapsed to the floor.
Later, he told the old Human it was okay and want to find his reward.
He saw them all. They all had a smile for him. But he didn't smile back. He always saved them but they couldn't save him now. So he did what he does best. He just kept running.
He saw her last. She smiled at him curiously and asked if he was drunk. He always had been in her presence.
Back in the TARDIS he set in some random coordinates and headed to her bedroom. He found it straight away.
Everything was as it had been left and her smell was in here. He snatched up her T-shirt and inhaled
that intoxicating scent that was her, that was so Rose and burst into tears. He screamed until he realised that his tears felt unnatural; he glanced in her mirror and saw that he was crying blood.
He stumbled into the control room, as his nose began to bleed as well.
He held his head high and said in one last desperate plea that he didn't want to go. Her face, all miserable and tear stained at being left behind on that cold beach with another man who bore his face smothered his thoughts. As her image scarred his brain, he regenerated.
Across the universe on another Earth, a second Doctor woke up screaming.