This is the story of the Doctor, and this is the last story he will tell. This is the story of how he died.
"Doctor! Doctor!" yelled a voice. "Help me! Please." Crash. All the noise stopped abruptly. The Doctor raced through the corridors, trying to find the source of the noise. No, the source of the stopped noise he thought, trying to run faster.
"EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE THE DOCTOR!"
The Doctor cursed under his breath and kept on running. His feat ached and his lungs were on fire. But he had to keep on going. He had to. He couldn't fail again. Never again.
"Doctor!" came the voice again, this time more urgent.
"YOU SHALL BE DELETED! DELETE! DELETE! DELETE!"
Just what I need, thought The Doctor, cyberman and daleks, how much worse can this get? He arrived at an empty room. Or so it seemed. In a corner, the farthest corner away from The Doctor laid a little girl. Whimpering.
"Help," she whispered weakly before blacking out. Sonicing the room, The Doctor, found a life force barely sustaining itself to stay alive. He looked around and saw the girl. The Doctor quickly rushed over to the little girl who was barely breathing.
"Hang in there," he said softly trying to figure out what to do. But his mind just kept swirling with memories. Happy ones. Sad ones. Painful ones. Everything that he had ever done. All the galaxies he saved. All the people. Every single one of his companions. Sarah Jane Smith, Nyssa, Rose, Amy etc. His body was flickering form the 1'st Doctor to the very last one. Every single face he had ever taken was fighting to be The Doctor again. "You're going to be alright," he said in a soothing voice. But he knew better. He knew that not only was it the end for the girl. It was also the end for him.