In a blink of an eye, it had all gone. The energy flowing from the console had subsided, the Reapers had vanished and Moira had gone. The only sign of her every having been there was the wrecked console, now just simply sparking.

Sighing, the Doctor placed his Sonic Screwdriver back in to his coat pocket and stepped towards the two humans who were helping each other to their feet.

"What did you do?" Leslie asked quickly. "What happened?"

"She was the wound." Ortel replied thoughtfully. "She was what was wrong, why those things were here."

"Yes." The Doctor nodded. "I, well, me and Moira, sent her back. Her part in this time line is done, over. Nothing but a memory."

"But where has she gone?" Ortel enquired. "Won't they just reappear wherever she ends up?"

"No." The Doctor shook her head. "Because I sent her back. The energy would have sent her anywhere, it was uncontrolled, random. Like you say, this whole thing could have happened again elsewhere, or she could have ended up in a black hole. So I did all I could."

Suddenly, Ortels' radio buzzed in to life.

"Officer Ortel? This is Jaran. Status report?"

"Nothing to report sir." Travis smiled widely, looking to the Doctor. "Just some temporal interference from the Rift. It has been stabilised."
"They're alive!" Corl said excitedly, prompting the Doctor to place a hand on her shoulder, whispering in to her ear.

"They won't remember. No one else will. We were just so close to everything at the end, we're unaffected."

Corl gave a nod, pretending to understand completely.

"Lieutenant Corl?" It was the turn of her radio to crackle with activity. "I hear we have had some kind of incident?"

"Yes, Geoffe-Sir." She corrected herself. "We have everything under control."

"Ah, you and the Doctor?"

The Doctor smiled. He remembered him at least.

"Yes Geoffrey!" He beamed, grabbing the radio from the hands of a delighted Leslie Corl. "I took care of it! All sorted! No problems!"

"Thank you then, Doctor." Haim replied. "I shall see you in my office shortly. Haim out."

The Doctor handed Corl her radio, as he looked to the middle of the room, the butchered TARDIS console. Could he really just leave it here? He knew Geoffrey would not do anything to harm another living being, or even living machine, but what about his successor? Who knew what could happen if someone just a little bit cleverer got hold of it. The Doctor didn't like to think too much about it, but he knew it wouldn't be good.

"There's just one thing." Ortel interrupted his thoughts. "How did Moira get here in the first place?"

"The same reason she had that key." The Doctor shrugged. "She just did. I sent her back to where I found her. Then you and Jaran take us to Geoffrey, the Reapers break in, we do all that running, we make the Time Pane, we get here, I send her back to where I found her. Then,"

"I think I get it."

"That can't be it?" Corl questioned. "Surely she came from somewhere?"

"No." The Doctor said firmly. "I'd love to be able to explain it all, but Moira just exists. Anomaly, paradox, whatever you want to call it. Wibbly wobbly, timey whimey." He signed, wishing it really did make sense to him. "She just exists!"

Suddenly a voice echoed around the room, as the central column glew slightly.

"You know that is not true Doctor."

The voice was weak, as if in pain, a female, something ethereal about it. At first the Doctor thought it may have been Moira, but the voice was different.

"Who are you?"

He looked around, looking for a speaker, or anything, that could be broadcasting the voice. He found nothing. It was as if the voice was coming from the TARDIS itself.

But that was impossible.

Wasn't it?

"I am like you." Corl and Ortel looked around too, visibly shaken by the haunting voice surrounding them.

"What do you mean, like me?" The Doctor demanded, shouting at the central pillar. "How are you like me?"

"Doctor," there was a pause, as if the voice was in pain. "My name is Kali. And I am," there was another, longer pause. "I was a Time Lord."