The Earth below silently waited, 6 billion people, each one of them holding their breath, crossing their fingers, praying, hoping, looking up at the planets in the sky, wondering what was going to happen next.
Gwen Cooper, Ianto Jones, Luke Smith, UNIT, Wilfred Mott and Silvia Noble they had the most hope out of everyone on Earth, they had people who they could believe in, so when they looked to the skies they focused their hopes on those people.
"Do you think he'll ever come back?" Ianto asked Gwen, his face in his hands, looking up at Gwen who was worriedly pacing the floor of the hub.
She turned to him, and gave a small smile, "We've got to hope Ianto, that's all we can do" she said, turning to the window, gazing up, out into the dark sky, up at the strange forms that were occupying their heavens and thought of Jack.
Luke sat alone in the attic of his house, fiddling with his mobile, twisting it around in his fingers, he so badly wanted to phone Clyde or Maria, but he didn't, he didn't want to worry them any more than they already were. He didn't want to tell them where Sarah Jane had gone, he didn't want to hear the worry in their voices as they realised that she may never come back home. So, he just sat, staring aimlessly at the ceiling as Mr Smith hummed next to him, and he waited.
UNIT control waited to hear from Martha Jones, this was the end in their opinion, they all knew of Martha and what she had done and where she'd been and who she'd met, so some hoped, the young ones who had young families were optimistic, hoping that she would think of something, the older members of UNIT, who had no hope left in them, sat and waited for the end of the world.
Sylvia Noble had finished stirring the teas. Clinking the teaspoon against the side of her mug, she disposed of the teabags and made her way over to the sofa where her father Wilfred was sitting rubbing his haggard face. "Thanks love," he said as she handed him a mug. They curled up on the sofa together. Wilfred turned his head to the window, the curtains were open and he could see everything that filled the skies. Absolutely everything, he had always wanted aliens, now he wasn't so sure, Donna was up there, up there in the sky and he was scared. Hugging Sylvia closer, he let a small tear fall onto the sofa next to them.
Hope is usually a good thing. Sometimes though, however much you hope, nothing can be done.
Evil overthrows the good and sometimes that's just how it is.
The good fall and the bad win, but for some, life goes on, and for the Doctor it always goes on.
He had lost so many battles and this felt like he was about to lose the war.
The fate of human race rested on his shoulders, and there was nothing he could do.
He couldn't save them and it broke his heart. TBC