Epilogue 2: sweet freedom
The Doctor jumped when the pneumatic tube burst out in a thousand little pieces. Clearing the smoke with his hand and a good amount of cough, he grumbled about the rubbish of modern engineering. The Tardis could be an old unreliable thing at times, but at least, she still worked.
And indeed, there was absolutely no trace of her past struggle. The console room, as well as Skye Island, was in perfect order and shape, as if nothing had ever happened but the strange dream of a lonely Time Lord.
He bowed over the console room, suddenly nostalgic; when he felt something tender and gentle, like a warm hand, embrace his chest tightly, soothing his hearts. He smiled, sensing this familiar hand slide on his when he pulled a lever and let the Tardis take him to another journey.
He did not know about his future - and truth is, he did not really want to – but he knew that his past was in good hands, and that, one day, he would join them.