An annoying little plot bunny that wouldn't leave me alone and has thus produced this drabble.

I can feel life slipping from me. My fingers are turning cold. Death...

No more regenerations. This was the it.

I lived a long life; too long. And suddenly, I realise three things that hit me in both my hearts, squeezing whatever life was left out of them.

I could've gone back and saved Galiifrey. I could see the orange sky...

I would've helped The Master redeem himself. Prat that he was.

I should've told Rose I loved her.

God knows, she deserved it.