The next few hours passed by quickly. The Doctors got into a fight about which six of them should fly the Valeyard's TARDIS back to the Eye of Orion, and the group decided to stay as long as possible at the request of Susan and a few other companions.
Two, Seven, Jamie and Fitz broke out their instruments and began to play a rendition of "Twist and Shout" by the Beatles (Clara thought that it sounded a bit weird with Jamie's bagpipes, but good nonetheless.).
Ace got a little bored and decided to blow some things up, with Ian being both obsessed with making sure that she didn't hurt herself and excited that someone was intrigued with chemistry for once.
Clara got into a conversation with Jo and Adric that went from how they each met the Doctor to listening to Adric rant about the function of socks and how they could be used in much better ways.
Rose, as promised, introduced Jack and Fitz once the song was done, and they immediately became friends. And promptly started to flirt with each other. Rose left them to it, and wandered over to Ten. They started to chat, and Ten began to walk with a bounce.
Susan gave Nine a giant hug, and whispered some words into his ear.
Tegan, Nyssa, Anji, Eleven, and Amy began a conversation about quantum mechanics (well, Nyssa and Eleven did. The others started to talk about their jobs and their lives.).
Many other companions and Doctors, including Barbara, Donna, Ben, Polly, Eight, Sarah Jane, and Peri, began to swap stories of past adventures. Six would occasionally chime in whenever Peri or his former companions had a story just to make sure that they told it right.
The rest of the Doctors started to go on about the universe and complicated morals, and other things that not even Susan would understand. The only thing they agreed on was that Daleks are Bad.
Two and Three engaged in a semi-serious water fight. It became a full scale war when their respective companions joined in, and pulled in yet more people as they missed each other.
After a few hours, a couple TARDISes began to sound the Cloister Bell, signalling that it was time to go.
Five and team left first, followed by Eight and Eleven. Some more chit-chat occurred, and Nine decided that he needed to leave. Then went Four, Two, Ten, Six, Three, and Seven.
The last two teams, One and Twelve, shuffled awkwardly as they prepared their good-byes.
"So, you're the latest Me," One asked Twelve as they stood watching their companions hug and give advice.
"I'd have thought you'd have figured that out already, after this," replied Twelve dryly. One ignored him and continued.
"You're just travelling with one companion, now, am I? What happens to Susan?"
"She finds a place."
"Not Gallifrey, hmm?"
"We'd never take her there."
"Good. Where then?"
"Where do you think?"
As the First Doctor's companions retired to their TARDIS, Clara looked back at the two Doctors. One was very young, and the other was infinitely old. Clara was thinking the same thing the Doctors were talking about- what happened? The First, while just as old as Twelve in appearance, had a younger air about him. Despite not being as informal as some of his predecessors- Clara was reminded of Eleven in particular- One had a lighter air about him. He wasn't weighed down by the Time War, or seeing days gone by and old friends again, or revisiting horrors that never go away. He was seeing the world, and this last adventure, as days to come.
Wibbly wobbly, timey wimey, as Ten would put it.
The last TARDIS dematerialised with a vvvooorrpp, vvooorrpp. The Doctor broke the silence that followed.
"Are you ready to go, Miss Oswald?" he asked, turning to Clara. She smiled.
"As ready as you are, Doctor," she said as she opened her TARDIS doors. But the Doctor waited outside just a while longer, staring at the spot where One's TARDIS dematerialised. He shook himself out of it and followed his companion.
Clara spun around as she heard the door creak shut, with the Doctor leaning on it, deep in introspective mode.
"You alright, Doctor?" Silence. She was just about to ask again when the Doctor spoke up.
"You remember after our adventure in the Dalek, when I asked you if I was a good man?"
"'Course. Why?"
"I'm still asking." He suddenly swung his head around and faced her. "Now that you've met the Valeyard, a coagulation of everything evil in me, you must tell me what you think. Am I a good man, or not?"
Clara considered. "Well, I still believe that you try hard enough. And if eleven of you, displaying teamwork, courage, cleverness, and loyalty were able to defeat the 'evil you,' I'd think that that would say everything. But what do I know about Time Lords? I'm just an English teacher. So why don't you write me a paper analyzing every trait you possess, and get back to me once you've decided if you're good or not." She took a breath, and seeing that Twelve you've decided if you're good or not." She took a breath, and seeing that Twelve wasn't convinced yet, she continued.
"How many friends have you got, Doctor, ready to die for you? I know that you may not see that as a good thing, but I do. Because even though you're debating your goodness, they are all very clearly the best each of their planets have to offer. You have many so good friends in your past, your future, and more importantly, your present." She smiled. "Good people like them don't choose to stay in the company of bad people, Doctor. And if they do, it almost always turns those bad people the right way. If you've taught me anything, it's that, without a doubt. Now can we go home? I need to get to second period."
"Of course, Clara." The Doctor turned to the console and started to pull the relevant switches and push the right buttons that would get Clara back to Coal Hill School.
"I knew you'd see it, Doctor."
"For the record, I haven't seen anything. Nor have you convinced me of anything." But seeing Clara gearing up again to continue her argument, he hastily added, "But let's just leave the matter for now, shall we?"
"Doctor?"
"Clara?"
"I feel a hug coming on." Clara rushed forward and pulled the Doctor into a massive bear hug as he loudly protested.
"NO!"
Somewhere in the universe, however, a very different threat lurked. A pale woman, with dark hair tied back into a severe bun, chuckled slightly. On a television screen in front of her was the Twelfth Doctor and Clara Oswald. They seemed to be hugging, but the Doctor looked awkward as his hands were splayed out and whirling around as he tried to push Clara off. Clara seemed to be laughing at him for this.
"Oh, Doctor," the woman chuckled. "Doctor, Doctor, Doctor."