The Daleks survive. After all this time, after all we've been through, and they continue to scour the universe, intent on exterminating every last race that is not one of them. I feel a rage building inside me every moment I hear their name, and it takes my full power to keep me from the console and letting it all out.
The Doctor almost lost it a couple of months ago when Rose awakened the damaged Dalek in van Statten's warehouse, and if Sadness hadn't held me back I would have spent every last ounce of my strength destroying the creature.
Even after it had ended its own life, the Doctor and I were outraged in the fact that it had managed to survive the Moment, and the feeling stayed under the surface for all this time.
Bad Wolf corporation. Pah! As if it wasn't enough for one to live on, or a few hundred. No...it had to be the Emperor, plotting an invasion, manipulating the fate of human civilisation for centuries while under the guise of a television station. All of us took on the mantle to battle and wipe this menace out, even Joy took pleasure in annihilating every last one of them, crushing them. I guess joy came from our hate for these monsters, and I regret none of it.
We had lost a good friend there on the station. Captain Jack was his name, he was an American from the future and goodness he was so, so brash. Got struck down by a Dalek. Sadness mourned for him a little but hey, that's not my job, and I made sure Sadness didn't let the Doctor show it.
But once it was over, we had finally worn ourselves out. It was time for a new face, a new life, a new us, and almost as soon as it started, this incarnation came to an end. Was it a beginning of something new? Most definitely, but I was very ruffled by the change, it was all too fast. Will I grow to like the new doctor, the new look? Only time will tell. Time will tell us, whether I like it or not.