Author's Note: This thought just popped in my head during Spanish class today, so I figured I'd write it down. I probably won't be updating this as regularly as Not Quite True (I'll probably finish that before three or four chapters of this are done) so don't expect an update soon. Sorry. I don't own Doctor Who.

Ten seconds. There were ten seconds until the end of the world.

"Come on, come on!" The Doctor shouted, hitting the sonic screwdriver against his palm, willing it to work. The explosion had ruined it, no doubt, but all he needed was a second of life.

"Doctor!" Amy warned, staring up at the blackening sky. Rory was still leaning against the wall, holding up the single Ood that had found them. It seemed lifeless, dead, looking at the sky knowingly.

"Ha!" The Doctor cried, pointing the resurrected screwdriver at the flashing blue and red lights that covered the machine. A crack and a burst of smoke erupted from the walls around them. The entire house seemed to shake. The Doctor looked up at the sky, smiling triumphantly, "Yes!"

The dark shadow faded from the sky, leaving the house buzzing and rocking as it broke down. The Ood glanced at the sky and looked at the Doctor weakly. "She is coming. She returns."

"We should go, Doctor..." Rory said, trying to keep himself from falling under the Ood's weight.

"Oh, right, yes." The Doctor nodded, looking back at Rory as another loud crack resounded through the house, shaking the floor beneath them. The Ood started to stand up, still weak, but capable of walking.

"Alright then, come along!" The Doctor pushed open the door and ran down the dark, blood stained hallways. The sinister "Get Out!" was still scrawled on the walls of the dark rooms, flashing into view with every crack and surge of light. Amy and Rory rushed after him, the Ood close behind. The wind outside howled as the cloud collapsed on itself, but the memories it had plunged into the Doctor's mind were still fresh. Images of his past flashed in his mind with every bolt of lightning. Every alien, every adventure, every companion crowded his thoughts so he could barely think without a vivid memory of Rose or the Daleks stopping his train of thought.

"Doctor, it's coming down!" Amy cried, looking up at the ceiling of the house. The door was mere centimeters away, but the walls were beginning to crumble. As the Doctor looked back at her, a wooden beam fell between them.

"Amy!" He shouted, pushing through the falling splinters and cinders. Her hands reached for his, Rory and the Ood behind her, struggling past the planks covering the ground around them.

The Doctor and Amy's fingertips grazed each other, shards of wood falling on them from above. Amy could hear the creaking of the house as it threatened to crush them any second. "Doctor, it's collapsing."

"Just take my hand, Amy."

"Doctor, I'm stuck." She cried, her voice and hands shaking.

"Amy, listen to me, just hold on –"

A loud crack echoed around them. Startled, Amy stretched for the Doctor, clasping on to his hand and closing her eyes as the house collapsed in on them.