"You cannot win," snarled the monster, as it held the Doctor's friends in its evil clutches. The Doctor paused, her companions looking at her pleadingly, fearfully, and yet certain that she'd be able to save them. As she stood there, screwdriver in hand, something stirred deep in her mind.
Winning? Is that what you think it's about?
The Doctor let out a small smile, it quickly becoming clear what needed to be done. The monster was arrogant, or so it seemed. But deep down it was scared. It was a frightened child acting tough, and all it needed was some kindness. Sure enough, a few nice words later, and it let her friends go, realizing the errors of its ways.
