The center of the well exploded outward in a white flash. Secondary explosions lit its circumference. Finally the redness boiled inward and shrank to a cooling ember in the night sky.
The Doctor pressed the console panel and the view screen shifted to a stony gray "It's done."
They stood side by side near the console. Seconds ticked by. Then, almost imperceptibly at first, the control room walls began to blur.
Alison clasped the Doctor's hand in hers and gripped it tightly.
"It's going to be all right," he whispered "I'm here."
The colours of the room shifted and spiraled in on themselves, billowing forward like an angry storm cloud. Alison turned and clung to the Doctor, burying her face in the material of his coat. He reached his arms around her and held her close.
"Do you trust me Alison?"
"Yes..." her muffled voice answered "yes I trust you."
He lifted his hand and watched as it slowly began to blend with the turbulent surroundings. Ignoring it, he stared fixedly at what was left of the brown leather armchair sitting at the other end of the console.
"Time for a change"