Below them, the city is burning and smoking and the sky is filled with all shades of majestic colors and patterns. It could almost be a fireworks display, if it weren't for the distant sounds of people screaming in pain and fear.
Ace looks on; face pale and uncertain. "Was this the right thing to do?" she whispers, voice trembling a bit.
The Doctor grasps his umbrella just a little tighter, or maybe he doesn't, because it's too dark to see, really. He says nothing, wrapping an arm around Ace's shoulders, and steers her back to the TARDIS, to home.