Gallifrey. I'm back on Gallifrey. I'm stood amongst the citizens of Arcadia as the Daleks attack and descend like rain. Not one inch of space is safe from them. There's men and women and children running in all directions and I'm in the centre of it all, with the power to end it.
The Moment is in my hands, a big red button glowing among the boiling air and ash. The Daleks have sent for re-enforcements and time is short. My hand hovers over the button… and before I know it my fist slams down on it.
I killed them.
Fire swamps everything. Time Lords and Daleks being torched all around me. Screams fill the air and drown everything else out. The Earth crumbles below me, children run in fear as fire and death chase them. And all I can do is watch.
Daleks shoot everyone who runs, but in the end everyone burns as the planet is destroyed. And I walk back to my TARDIS. The doors open but there's people following me, begging to be saved. They look at me with hope in their eyes, but I couldn't help.
I stand there, frozen. And the people who begged burn right in front of me. They scream as their flesh melts away and they outstretch their arms to me.
And all I can say is "I'm Sorry."
I wake up, panting and sweating. I look around in panic and find myself in my TARDIS. But I don't understand, why now? All that happened centuries ago. Suddenly Clara calls my name and I go to meet her, but the nightmare is still running through my mind. But its not just a nightmare.
It's a memory.
