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Clara had her arm linked with the Doctor's smiling at the sights around her. They were in an oriental marketplace, looking around everywhere. The Doctor handed her a drink, and had an extra for Donna. They met up with her, and the three of them walked down an alley, laughing.
"You are going to love this," the Doctor told them. "One, two, three!"
The three of them took drinks and in return, got foamy mustaches. Donna burst out laughing.
"Ah!" the Doctor said.
"It's lovely!" Donna said.
"Very cool," Clara said, as they continued down the alley.
Clara stayed with the Doctor, as Donna wondered off.
"It looks like a spiky fruit," Clara said, as the Doctor had picked something up. Clara just shook her head, smiling, as the Doctor was chatting with the man in the stall. She didn't understand half of what he was saying.
She walked to the next stall to see some jewelery for sell. She had never been a big jewelery fan, but was loving the locket that caught her eye. It was in the shape of a heart and had some script that looked like swirls all over it.
"How much?" she asked the seller. With the little bit of pocket money that she had found in one of the Doctor's many coat pockets, she purchased the necklace.
She walked back over to the Doctor, who smiled at her as he put the necklace on for her. She suddenly had a weird feeling in her gut, like something was wrong.
BACK TO RUNAWAY BRIDE...
The Doctor had been suspicious of H.C. Clements, so they had landed in Chiswick to investigate. It turned out that he was right. H.C. Clements was originally purchased by Torchwood. Angry, the Doctor and Clara had gone into the building, knowing something was wrong, to find a large hole in the building that extended very far down.
That was when the spider had appeared. The Racnoss, the Doctor called it. On their way to the lab they were in, the Doctor and Clara had found a room that had robots in it, some dressed like Santa, some not. Picking up a remote control and some bombs that were disguised as Christmas baubles, the Doctor used them to break open the concrete walls around them and drain the Thames into the room.
Before she realized what was happening, Clara was swept away by the current, down into the hole. The Doctor fared no better. He was killed by the explosions that were going off everywhere. Unable to regenerate, he was carted off to an ambulance, dead. Clara's body was never found, as no one could get down the hole to recover it.
As the Doctor and Clara were dead, planet Earth turned into utter chaos. First, the Racnoss had teleported to her ship, using it to destroy the streets of London, before the army shot the ship down with their tanks.
A blonde woman ran up to Donna Noble in the street, after the Doctor's body had been recovered.
"What happened?" the woman asked Donna. "What did they find? Sorry, did they find someone?"
"I don't know," Donna said. "Um, bloke called the Doctor or something. And there was someone else they couldn't find."
"Well, where is he?" the blonde woman asked, looking around.
"They took him away," Donna said. "He's dead. I'm sorry. Did you know him? I mean...they didn't say his name...it could be any doctor."
"I came so far," the blonde woman said. "Did they mention a Clara Tyler?"
"Yeah, that was the one they couldn't find," Donna said. "Swept down a hole to the centre of the Earth. It could be anyone, though," she said about the Doctor.
"What's your name?" the blonde woman asked.
"Donna. And you?" Donna asked.
The next to come were the Judoon, sending the hospital to the moon, trying to find the Plasmavore. Without the Doctor and Clara, the Judoon didn't find the Plasmavore until it was too late, and the hospital had run out of air.
"To confirm, the Royal Hope Hospital was returned to its original position, but with only one survivor," the news reporter for BBC news said. "The only person left alive is medical student, Oliver Morgenstern."
"There were these creatures," Morgenstern said, wrapped in blankets. "Like...rhinos, talking rhinos, in—in—in black leather. There were hundreds of them. We couldn't breathe. We were running out of air. A colleague of mine gave me the last oxygen tank. Martha. Martha Jones. And she—she died."
"This further report just in, from Oliver Morgenstern," the reporter said.
"There was this woman who took control, who said she—she knew what to do, said she could stop the MRI or something—Sarah Jane, her name was Sarah Jane Smith," Morgenstern said.
"Sarah Jane Smith was a freelance investigative journalist formally of Metropolitan Magazine," the reporter said. "Her body was recovered from the hospital late this afternoon. Miss Smith had a son called Luke Smith with her, along with his teenage friends Maria Jackson and Clyde Langer. It is feared that they also perished."
The next Christmas, the Doctor and Clara weren't around to stop the Host from killing everyone on board the Titanic, nor to save anyone. The Titanic, without the Doctor at the wheel, crashed straight into Buckingham Palace, destroying London with the power of a nuclear bomb.
"We have interrupted your programme to bring you breaking news," a BBC newsreader announced. "It seems impossible, but this footage is live and genuine. The object falling on Central London. Repeat: this is not a hoax. A replica of the Titanic has fallen out of the sky and it's heading for Buckingham Palace. We're getting this footage from the Guinevere range of satellites. The Royal Air Force has declared anarchy-"
When the Titanic crashed, it had destroyed all the television stations, sending static to all televisions.
Britain was in total chaos. People that had lived in London, but wasn't there, had to move. Anyone that was in the surrounding area were flooded with radiation and evacuated immediately. America was going to send money to aid the people of Britain, but then came Miss Foster and the Adipose factory.
The Doctor, Clara, nor Donna were there to stop her from killing millions of people, turning them into fat. Originally, it had only been Britain affected by the Adipose, but without the Doctor, sales had spread to America as well.
"America is in crisis, with sixty million reported dead," the American newsreader, Tiffany Wells, announced. "Sixty million people have dissolved into fat. And the fat is walking. People's fat has come to life and is walking through the streets. And there are spaceships. There are reports of spaceships over every major US city. The fat is flying. It's leaving...The fat creatures are being raised into the air..."
Despite the fact that the Earth was in a crisis, the Sontarans still used the planet to plant ATMOS. The Doctor wasn't able to build a device that ignited the atmosphere to get rid of all the gas and save the day. Instead, the Torchwood team, Gwen Cooper, Ianto Jones, and Jack Harkness blew up the Sontaran ship to ignite the atmosphere, dying in the process. Except Captain Jack Harkness, who teleported to the Sontaran home world.
The stars of the universe started going out, one by one, all across the sky, leaving nothing but darkness behind. The same thing had happened when the Doctor had died. Darkness took over.
BACK TO ORIENTAL MARKETPLACE...
The Doctor and Clara continued to wander past the stalls, winding up at a tent. The two of them went in, finding Donna sitting there, looking kind of freaked out.
"Everything all right?" the Doctor asked.
"You look kinda pale, Donna," Clara said.
Donna was looking at the two of them as if she hadn't seen them in forever.
"Oh, gosh...!" she exclaimed, embracing the two of them, and gasping with relief.
"What was that for?" the Doctor asked, laughing.
"I don't know!" Donna said, then hugged them again.
Clara pretended that she was having a hard time breathing, then laughed. Donna told them what she could remembered, pointing out the dead beetle on the floor. The Doctor picked it up and started poking at it with an incense stick, while Donna and Clara sat down, watching him.
"I can't remember," Donna said. "It's slipping away. You know, like when you try and think of a dream and it just sort of...goes."
"It just got lucky, this thing," the Doctor said. "It's one of the Trickster's Brigade. Changes a life in tiny little ways. Most times, the universe just compensates around it, but with you...great big parallel world!"
"Hold on, you said parallel worlds are sealed off," Donna said.
"They are," the Doctor said. "But you had one created around you. Funny thing is, it seems to be happening a lot. To you."
"How do you mean?" Donna asked.
"Well, the Library and then this..." the Doctor said.
"That's only twice, not a lot," Clara teased.
"Just...goes with the job, I suppose," Donna said.
"Sometimes, I think there's way too much coincidence around you, Donna," the Doctor said. "We met you once. We met your grandfather. Then, we met you again. In the whole wide universe, we met you for a second time."
"That never happens," Clara said.
"It's like something's binding us together," the Doctor said.
"Don't be so daft," Donna said skeptically. "I'm nothing special."
"Yes, you are, you're brilliant," the Doctor said fondly.
"More clever than I am," Clara said.
"She said that," Donna said.
"Who did?" the Doctor asked.
"That woman," Donna said. "I can't remember."
"Well, she never existed now," the Doctor said.
"No, but she said...the stars...she said the stars are going out," Donna said.
"Yeah, but that world's gone," the Doctor said.
"Never existed now," Clara said.
"No, but she said it was all words. Every world," Donna said. "She said the darkness is coming, even here."
"Who was she?" the Doctor asked.
"I don't know," Donna said.
"What did she look like?" the Doctor asked, having a suspicion.
"She was...blonde," Donna said.
"What?" Clara asked.
"What was her name?" the Doctor asked.
"I don't know!" Donna said.
"Donna, what was her name?" the Doctor asked insistently, his voice trembling. Clara was leaning forward, waiting for the answer.
"But she told me...to warn you two," Donna said. "She said...two words."
"What two words?" the Doctor asked quietly, suppressing his urgency. "What were they? What did she say?"
"Bad Wolf," Donna said.
"How-?" Clara asked. The Doctor was shaking, his eyes wide. "It is her, isn't is?"
"Well, what does it mean-?" Donna asked, not understanding.
The Doctor jumped to his feet, and ran from the tent, Donna and Clara following. In the marketplace, everywhere they looked said 'Bad Wolf.'
In the TARDIS, the console room was flooded with a red light.
"Doctor, what is it?" Donna asked, slamming the door shut behind her. "What's Bad Wolf?"
"It's the end of the Universe," the Doctor said, breathing heavily.
