What I imagined he saw was ten men hanging from ten nooses, but one noose free for an 11th man. So that's what I thought he saw.
—Matt Smith, on the Doctor's room in "The God Complex"
They couldn't have been dead long. Ten bodies dangle from ten nooses, like candied apples at a Halloween party. All perfectly clothed, from the fresh stalk of celery on the fifth's cricket uniform to the trench coat sweeping the stars on his previous self's Converse. The coloured scarf of his fourth self, twisted and stretched, nearly hide the rope.
Charges for each flash through his mind. For reckless interference. For cowardice. For surviving. For hubris.
Just behind the last body's left arm, an eleventh rope swings into view. Empty, awaiting a pendulum.
"Of course. Who else?"
Title comes from the song in Mockingjay and I do have specific Doctors in mind for each charge.