The Doctor ran up to the bell as it tolled, covering his ears. He flew up and grabbed the rope to stop the bell. "Shut up! Shut up!" he growled.
It finally stopped and he jumped down.
"That's better!"
He climbed onto a rail on the outside of the building and gripped a column. Rain poured down. He jumped into the air and flapped against the wind and rain. He spiraled upward around the spire. The wind and rain picked up. It was all he could do to keep from being blown out of the sky.
He tried to think of what River would do. She would just cut through the wind and rain like it was nothing. He tried to think of what she would say to him. She would tell him he was doubting himself. He would tell her it wasn't doubt because it was impossible. She would tell him only he was impossible. If River could do it, so could he. If she believed in him, he did too.
He found himself making headway. The rain didn't seem so hard and the wind didn't seem so strong. He still wasn't making much progress. He was wearing out.
He suddenly saw a cable hanging from the top of the spire, blowing wildly in the wind. With a burst of energy, he dove toward the cable. He reached for it. It whipped wildly, evading his hand. His split concentration caused him to fall backwards with the wind. He tried to stop himself. He caught the cable and gripped it with both hands. He pulled himself forward while flying. He pushed through the storm and finally made it to the spire.
He stood on the ledge and pulled open a quarter of the globe, revealing the mechanism inside. He frantically studied the gears and spinning parts, trying to find a way to shut it off without blowing it all up. The rain pelted his face and the wind blew his hair into his eyes. He spotted a small switch and switched the contraption off.
The machine stopped and the storm let up. The skies cleared unnaturally quickly. Birds sang. The Doctor grinned. The people cheered. The Doctor closed the sphere. He looked down at the crowd and waved. He jumped off the peak and spread his arms. He soared overhead, gliding downward, scanning for Amy and Rory.
He spotted the bubbling pool of water and a woman walking on the plank over the pool. He picked up his speed and flew toward her. She stripped down to her chemise.
He floated down to the ground behind her, but his feet only touched the ground lightly. "Rosanna!" he called.
"One city to save an entire species. Was that so much to ask?" she asked, her back turned to him.
The Doctor cautiously stepped toward her. "I told you, you can't go back and change time. You mourn but you live. I know, Rosanna, I did it."
She turned her head to look at him. "Tell me Doctor, can your conscience carry the weight of another dead race? Remember us. Dream of us." She fell over the edge.
"No!" The Doctor shot through the air after her. He caught her under her arms, but her feet were in the water and her offspring clung to her. The Doctor flew up and started to pull her out, but she struggled.
She ripped herself out of his grasp and splashed into the hungry pool.
"No!" He reached out to her.
The pool bubbled hungrily as he floated overhead, confused as to why he wasn't falling in. With a small flap of his arms he floated back to the land.