The War Doctor looked curiously at his pinstriped-suited counterpart. "What is it?" he inquired. "You've been looking like you want to say something to me for quite a while now."
The Tenth Doctor eyed him contemplatively, then set down his teacup. "Back there, back before we all got carried away by our own combined genius, you said something. Two words. Bad wolf. Why? Why those words?"
"Well, because that's what she called herself."
"She who?" the Eleventh Doctor asked, leaning forward intently.
"She was part of The Moment. You recall the stories, that it developed a conscience? Well, that's what she was. She said she chose the face and form especially for me, but I don't ever recall meeting someone who looked like her."
"What did she look like?" the pinstriped Doctor asked.
The older-seeming man shrugged slightly. "She appeared to be a young woman, with blonde hair and brown eyes. And the most beautiful smile."
"Her smile made you feel bright and warm, as if you were standing in a sunbeam," the purple-tweed Doctor muttered. Almost unconsciously, his hand drifted out, and Clara caught it, holding it tight.
"Yes…yes, it did."
"You never met her. She didn't mean anything to you, yet you could see her, and we couldn't," the Tenth Doctor said bitterly.
"I don't quite understand," the War Doctor confessed. "Who was she?"
Clara glanced at the two older Doctors, lost in their memories and grief. "She's someone you haven't met yet. Someone will never stop believing in you and loving you."
"Did you ever meet her?"
"No," Clara replied, "but I know he wouldn't still be here if it wasn't for her."
"She said, 'in this form' she was called Bad Wolf. What did she mean by that? Who is she, really?"
The Tenth Doctor looked up at him, pain mingling with undying love in his ancient eyes. "Rose. Her name is Rose."
The Eleventh Doctor sighed, still clutching Clara's hand. "She saved us, in every possible way you can imagine."
"I'm afraid it still doesn't make sense to me. The Moment was a sentient machine. If it simply chose an image to interface with me, why not someone I'd recognize? Why not Sarah Jane? Or Susan?"
"I don't think it was just an image," Clara blurted out. She looked to her own Doctor. "You told me that Rose looked into the heart of the TARDIS to save you."
"Yes," the Tenth Doctor replied, "but I drew the power out of her. I had to - it was killing her."
"Yes, but do you really think that kind of power wouldn't leave a mark of some kind? She found her way back to you once before, when you thought it was impossible. I think she did it again. I think that somehow, she reached out to you, so you wouldn't be alone on the most terrible day of your life."
A broken little smile graced the Tenth Doctor's features. "All the love in her heart, plus the power of the Time Vortex…"
"A formidable combination," the Eleventh Doctor agreed.
The War Doctor looked to the man in the pinstriped suit, with fresh heartbreak in his eyes, to the man in purple tweed, and the young lady who held his hand. A smile creased his weather beaten features.
