The Doctor led everyone into the tomb, a future version of the TARDIS console. They climbed up the stairs, trying not to trip over the ivy growing all around the place. Then, hearing the faint ominous tolling of the Cloister Bell, the Professor reached out and grabbed Clara's hand. When they came to the room's central platform, they all stared at the bright, white energy light in the centre where the centre console would have been.

"What's that?" Clara asked.

"What were you expecting? A body?" The Doctor asked back. "Bodies are boring. Time Lords have many of them. That's not what my tomb is for."

"But what is the light?" Madame Vastra asked.

"It's beautiful," Jenny commented.

"Can I destroy it?" Strax asked. "Shut up, Strax," Vastra snapped.

"Doctor, explain," Clara began. "What is that?"

"The tracks of my tears," the Doctor started to explain, but the Great Intelligence cut the Doctor off.

"Less poetry, Doctor. Just tell them," he said.

"Time travel is damage. It's like a tear in the fabric of reality. That is the scar tissue of my journey through the universe. My path through time and space. From Gallifrey to Trenzalore." The Doctor took his sonic screwdriver out of his pocket and aimed it at the white light of energy. He gave it a whir, and the Doctor's previous voices began to speak and overlap each other.

"Have you ever thought about what it's like to be wanderers in the fourth dimension?" The First Doctor said.

"Do I have the right?" The Fourth Doctor asked.

"Daleks, Cybermen, they're still in the nursery compared to us," the Sixth Doctor said.

"There are corners of the universe that have bred the most dangerous things," the Second Doctor said.

"You were fantastic. Absolutely fantastic," the Ninth Doctor said.

"I'm the Doctor. I'm from Gallifrey in the constellation of Kasterborous," the Tenth Doctor said.

"Hello, Stonehenge!" The Eleventh Doctor yelled out.

"It was the daisiest daisy I'd ever seen," the Third Doctor commented.

"My personal time tunnel," the Doctor went on to explain. "All the days...Even the ones that I, uh … Even those I haven't lived yet." The Doctor began to feel lightheaded and collapsed onto the ground, grunting. Both the Professor and Clara ran over to him. "Which is why I shouldn't

be here. The paradoxes, they're bad."

The Great Intelligence took this opportunity and walked over to the Doctor's time stream. The Doctor groaned and watched him. "No … No. What are you doing? Somebody stop him!"

The Professor raised his arms and aimed them at the Great Intelligence. He could feel magic building up in his palms. The Great Intelligence looked down at it. "You should know by now that magic won't work on me," he sneered. "If it didn't work on the Whispermen, it won't work on me."

The Professor stared up at him and took deep breaths to calm himself down.

"You see," the Great Intelligence started to explain, "the Doctor's life is an open wound. And an open wound can be entered."

"No. It will destroy you," the Doctor said.

"Not at all," the Great Intelligence said. "It will kill me. It would destroy you. I can rewrite your every living moment. I can turn every one of your victories into defeats. Poison every friendship. Deliver pain to your every breath."

"It will burn you up. Once you go through, you can't come back. You will be scattered along my timeline like confetti."

"It matters not, Doctor. You thwarted me at every turn. You will give me peace as I take my revenge on every second of your life. Goodbye. Goodbye, Doctor." The Great Intelligence stepped back into the time stream. He screamed as the time winds ripped him apart into tiny fragments of him. When the Great Intelligence was in small pieces, the Whispermen around the group started to dissipate into the air around them.

Each fragment of the Great Intelligence weaved its way through the time stream. And each fragment found a point in the Doctor's life in which to attack. So they attacked all at once. Which made the Doctor scream in agony. Both the Professor and Clara tried to calm him and see if there was anything they could do.

"What's wrong with him?" Clara asked frantically. "What's happening?"

"Clara," the Professor began. "His whole life is being rewritten all at once." The Professor put his hands over his head. "I don't know what to do. Magic … It has limits when it comes to Time Lords."

Vastra nodded. "Simeon is attacking his entire timeline. He's dying all at once. The Dalek Asylum. Androzani."

Clara looked up. "What did you say?" She asked. "The Dalek Asylum? Did you say the Dalek Asylum?"

"Now he's dying in London. With us."

The Professor looked up at the time stream, which was now a shade of red. He then looked down at his father, helping Clara to control him.

"It is done," the Great Intelligence echoed. "Oh, dear Goddess," Vastra said.

"What's wrong?" Jenny asked.

"The universe without the Doctor. There will be consequences." Vastra then turned to leave the future console room. "Jenny. With me."

The Professor put his arm around Clara, who was musing over the possible lives that were said she had lived. "The Dalek Asylum. You said it was me that saved you guys. How? Victorian London. How? How could I have been in Victorian London?"

"This could be how," the Professor mused.

"So I have to go in there?" Clara asked aloud.

The Professor looked down sadly. He knew what needed to be done. To save the past, present and future. He didn't want to lose Clara again, but there was no other way. Besides, he had seen Clara previous other he wasn't around. So as much as it pained him to think about it, he knew what had to be done.

"Please …. Don't..." the Doctor whispered.

"But this is what I've already done. You've already seen me do it," Clara said. "I'm the impossible girl. And this is why." She slowly stood up and faced the time stream.

"Whatever you're thinking of doing, don't," River said to Clara.

"If I step in there, the same happens to me that happened to the Great Intelligence?"

River nodded. "The time winds will tear you into a million pieces. A million versions of you – living and dying all over time and space. Like echoes."

"But the echoes would save everyone, right?" Clara asked. "The Doctor and the Professor?"

"But they won't be you. The real you would die. They'll just be copies."

"But they'll be real enough to save him."

The Professor stood up and went over to her. "Clara," he said, his fingers brushing over her cheek softly. "This doesn't have to be the end. Maybe one of these echoes will find me. And we'll do what we always wanted."

Clara smiled at the idea. She leaned in to kiss him deeply. The Professor placed his hands on her back, not wanting to let go. But he knew he must. Clara pulled away softly, tugging on his bottom lip lightly. Tears in her eyes, she shook them away. "You know what my mum said? The Soufflé isn't the soufflé. The soufflé is the recipe. This is the only way to save everyone, isn't it?"

The Professor nodded solemnly as Vastra came back inside. "The stars are going out. And Jenny and Strax are dead. There must be something we can do."

Clara walked from the Professor toward the time stream. "Well, how about that?" She asked. "I'm Souffle Girl, after all. If this works, get out of here as fast as you can. And spare me a thought now and then." She approached the time stream slowly, feeling her heart race slowly under the adrenaline she was getting. "In fact, you know what? Run … Run, you clever boys … And remember me." And with that, she jumped into the time stream to counteract all the Great Intelligence's actions.


"I don't know where I am. I just know I'm running. Sometimes it's like I've lived a thousand lives in a thousand places. I'm born, I live, I die. And always, there's the Doctor. Always I'm running to save the Doctor again and again and again. And he hardly ever hears me. But I've always been there. Right from the very day he started running. I don't know where I am. I don't know where I'm goingor where I've been. I was born to save the Doctor and my true love, but they'resafe now. I'm the Impossible Girl, and my story is done."