She stood in the vast expanse of the barren field, clutching her thin jacket as tightly around her as possible. The bitter wind loosened strands from her low ponytail and whipped the tendrils around her face. Some of the strands caught momentarily on her still damp cheeks. Some were whisked away again by the wind almost as soon as they landed. Those that were more resistant she jerked away from her face quickly, not wanting the reminders they brought.
In the distance, she could see what appeared to be The Doctor, moving towards her at an incredible pace. She couldn't let herself hope that this was a sign of rescue. That hope had been dashed far too often throughout this ordeal for her to allow it to happen again. No, she would wait.
He was growing closer, maybe. She couldn't tell. The wind blew against her violently again. She might freeze to death before help, if that's what was coming, could arrive. For it to end like that, after all this…no, she wouldn't let that happen. She began to walk towards the general direction of the approaching figure, which was still crossing the distance remarkably fast. It was the best option she had, at this point.
As she walked, she realized it was definitely The Doctor that was approaching. Hope began to swell, and she tried desperately to contain it. Nevertheless, her pace quickened. Her heart sped as well, as she saw his face. He looked as bad as she felt. She could see this hadn't been easy for him, either. But seeing him made her realize, it really was a rescue…Oh, thank God!
She took off in a run, relief washing over her in waves. It was over, it was truly over.