I destroyed it all. All of space and time, gone. And for what? Love? Hate? But none of it matters anymore. It's all gone. Just gone. I shouldn't even be here, wherever here is. Here is nothing. Here is... Here doesn't exist. Here is a figment of my mind that I managed to salvage from the wreckage. It's just me and my little blue box left now. Just me and the TARDIS. This wasn't supposed to happen. I didn't mean for it to happen. I didn't mean it. Any of it. But none of it matters anymore. They're all dead. Every little particle, mollecule and element destroyed and forgotten except for those preserved in the TARDIS. But that's all that's left of existence. It's all that's left.