Epilogue
Susan felt him faltering, felt him dying, and she reached out her mind, reached with a power she couldn't have and pulled.
Golden light flared around her.
"Protect Koschei," her voice, but somehow not her voice, whispered to the universe. "Save him!" she commanded.
Her thoughts expanded, her mind broke open, and she screamed as the Arkytior sang through her soul. She realized what was happening and she throttled the power back, scrambling to control herself. Whatever she was doing, it had to stop! She must not!
The power shattered, the connection faded, and suddenly she was alone once more.
Susan collapsed on the living room rug and Donna Noble called an ambulance.
Agent Geneva Murray looked at the x-rays and nodded at the ER Doctor.
"I'm sure it must be a mistake, Doctor, but we'll investigate of course," she assured him and ushered him from the room. The woman on the bed looked human enough; for all that she had two hearts, a bypass respiratory system, and a body temperature several degrees below what the doctor thought was healthy.
She approached the bed cautiously, none the less. A pair of brown eyes looked warily up at her.
"I'm Agent Murray, of Torchwood, could you please name your planet of origin," she asked, rattling off the usual question; with her eyes busy studying the ginger haired alien.
"I'm from Gallifrey, not that it matters anymore, it's gone now," she answered and Geneva hid a sour look. An impossible answer, as the Torchwood agent knew very well. Still, stranger things had happened, usually on Tuesdays.
"I'm afraid that as an illegal alien, you are going to have to come with me. We need to be certain that you aren't a danger," she explained to the woman in the bed. She sighed and nodded.
"It's your planet, Agent, I will abide by your rules," which had to be the most reasonable answer that Geneva had ever gotten from an alien before.
"Thank you," she answered and was quite sincere.
"Can you tell the people who brought me in some pleasant cover story, though? I would really hate to upset them, they deserve better," she requested and the thoughtfulness of that surprised Geneva.
"Of course," she agreed and began the paperwork to transfer the alien to Torchwood. She very much wanted the Doctor's opinion on this one, assuming she could make him focus on her questions for more than a minute or two, which was always the problem, wasn't it.