"You've seen the wife, now how about the children?" The Dream Lord asked, amused, as the whole scenario around them shifted into a black void. The Doctor thought he was alone, but he heard light footsteps coming from behind him. He turned around and gasped. His daughter was a few feet away from him, holding his younger son's hand. They seemed lost and confused, and their eyes were blurry and fogged, as if they were blind.
"Dad?" She asked, with a weak voice. "Daddy, is that you?"
He just stood there for a moment, voiceless, until he finally managed to mumble, his eyes filling themselves with tears: "Yes, sweetheart... It-It's me."
"Why did you leave us?" She cried, with a sad face. The Doctor thought he couldn't do it. He considered begging for The Dream Lord to just kill him, but he knew that would only make the torture more amusing to him.
"I'm sorry..." He said, the tears finally overflowing and running down his face. "I'm so so sorry..." He slowly reached out to grab her hand, but she turned into stone. His children were both statues, looking at him in pain. Their faces began to crack, and they suddenly broke down into a pile of dust and rocks. The Doctor fell on his knees, feeling devastated and defeated.
The Dream Lord appeared next to him, his hands on his back. "Shame... They would've looked lovely in my garden."
The Doctor bellowed in anger, stood up and tried to attack him, but in vain. He was already gone. He covered his face with his hands and cried out loud, with no one there to hear.
