The Master stands on the flight deck, the camera once again aimed at him. "Citizens of Earth, rejoice and observe." Guards usher in Martha, and shoves her into position beside her family. On the other side of the deck, Jack is kneeling, glaring daggers at the Master. "Your teleport device," the Time Lord addresses Martha, "in case you thought I'd forgotten." She tosses the Vortex Manipulator at the Master, who catches it, and shoves it into his pocket, "And now, kneel." Jack, Martha, Clive, Francine and Tish kneel down in front of the Master. He turns slightly, "You too, Miss McCoy." She immediately obeys, kneeling down beside the Doctor in the birdcage. "Down below, the fleet is ready to launch. Two hundred thousand ships set to burn across the universe. Are we ready?"

Toclafane across the planet begin to respond, "The fleet awaits your signal. Rejoice!"

"Three minutes to align the black hole converters. Counting down," he glances at his watch, "I never could resist a ticking clock. My children, are you ready?"

"We will fly and blaze and slice. We will fly and blaze and slice."

"At zero, to mark this day, the child Martha Jones, will die. My first blood. Any last words?" Martha glares up at him, and he sighs, "No? Such a disappointment, this one." He turns to look at the birdcage, "Days of old, Doctor, you had companions who could absorb the time vortex. This one's useless." He turns back, and aims his screwdriver at Martha, "Bow your head. And so it falls to me, as Master of all, to establish from this day, a new order of Time Lords. From this day forward—" The medical student starts to laugh, and the Master glances around a little nervously, "What. What's so funny?"

"A gun," she laughs.

"What about it?"

"A gun in four parts?" she laughs again.

"Yes, and I destroyed it."

"A gun in four parts scattered across the world? I mean, come on, did you really believe that?"

"What do you mean?" the Master demands, aiming his screwdriver more forcefully at the woman.

"As if I would ask her to kill," the Doctor says, wrapping his tiny hands around the Bars on the birdcage.

"Oh well, it doesn't matter," he shrugs, "I've got her exactly where I want her."

"But I knew what Professor Docherty would do. The Resistance knew about her son. I told her about the gun, so she'd get me here at the right time."

"Oh, but you're still going to die."

"Don't you want to know what I was doing, travelling the world?"

The Master crouches in front of her, and whispers, menacingly, "Tell me."

"I told a story, that's all. No weapons, just words. I did just what the Doctor said. I went across the continents all on my own. And everywhere I went, I found the people, and I told them my story. I told them about the Doctor. And I told them to pass it on, to spread the word so that everyone would know about the Doctor."

The Master laughs, "Faith and hope? Is that all?"

"No, because I gave them an instruction, just as the Doctor said." Martha pushes herself back to her feet, and glares at the Master, "I told them that if everyone thinks of one word, at one specific time–"

"Nothing will happen," the Master interrupts, "Is that your weapon? Prayer?"

"Right across the world," she continues, "one word, just one thought at one moment but with fifteen satellites."

"What?"

Jack grins, "The Archangel Network."

Martha nods at him, "A telepathic field binding the whole human race together, with all of them, every single person on Earth, thinking the same thing at the same time. And that word is Doctor."

As the clock reaches zero, the Doctor starts to glow. Sophie collapses, her hands clutching at her head. There's a war waging inside her brain, the Master's influence waning as the Doctor grows more and more powerful. She can't think, move, or barely breathe.

Sophie looks around, as her mind finally snaps back. She spies a handgun on the floor nearby. She slips forward, and grabs the weapon. Her thoughts are still jumbled, and she can hardly focus. She aims the gun at the man that she knows is behind all of this pain, time seems to slow, and she pulls the trigger. All at once, time goes back to normal. People jump in fear around her, and Jack turns, practically running at her. Sophie's legs go out, finally realizing her actions. Her breathing increases in intensity, and she can barely hold herself up, as she curls in on herself on the floor. She registers voices around her, but her brain is still too jumbled to even pick out individual words.

Sophie can feel a hand on her shoulder, and she shrugs it off, as tears begin to fall out of her eyes. All of the sudden, she's in the air. Her jumbled thoughts are beginning to knit themselves back together, but she tries to fight against whoever is holding her. Sophie thinks it must be one of the Master's lackies, and she kicks against the person.

Finally, her thoughts snap back to her, and she slumps, looking up. Jack, covered in smoke and dirt stands there, cradling her body. "What happened?" she asks quietly. Then her thoughts remember the gunshot, her hands still burning from the heat, and her arms aching from the recoil, "What did I do?" she breathes, her eyes widening.

Jack slowly lowers her to the floor. When her feet are firmly planted on the ground, Sophie turns, finding the Doctor, cradling the Master's body, crying. Her heart pangs, and she stumbles back, noticing the blood flowing out of the wound. She finds herself against a firm surface, and she slumps. Hands land on her shoulders, and she looks up to find Jack looking sadly down at her. She turns fast, pushing her face into Jack's chest, and she sobs. His shirt smells of smoke, and blood, and death, but she can't bring herself to care. Jack simply rubs her arms silently, doing his best to offer comfort.

Sophie isn't sure how long it is, but eventually the Doctor places his friend down on the floor of the Valiant, and turns around, his eyes blazing, "Why?" he asks Sophie, his voice eerily calm.

Jack's grip increases on Sophie's shoulder, as she faces her friend. "Doctor," he says calmly.

The Time Lord doesn't break his eye contact with Sophie, "Why, Soph?"

"I-" her head drops, and she shuffles her feet, "I don't know, I-I wasn't thinking, I couldn't think."

The Doctor grumbles something under his breath, but turns on his heel. Martha takes a step toward him, and he turns his gaze on her. She freezes, and lets the livid Gallifreyan breeze past. "Where are you going?" she asks quietly.

The Time Lord freezes, "Someone has to land this thing. And I don't think any of you can. Unless you want to take a chance?" he says, turning and directing his gaze at the meager group. As his gaze sweeps over each person, they shy away. The Oncoming Storm marches away, and as he exits the deck and the group let out a collective sigh of relief. Sophie crumbles, the weight of her actions, and the Doctor's palatable anger heavy on her shoulders. Jack crouches down beside her, and the pain on her tear-streaked face will haunt his dreams for the next few days.

He takes one of her hands, and smiles slightly at her, "Hey, kid, how are you doing?"

She holds his hand like it's the only thing on the earth, "I-Why did I do that, Jack?"

He sighs, ducking his head, "It wasn't you, kiddo, not really. The Master had you under hir sway for a long while. When his hold on you was released, your mind snapped from the trauma of the past year. When that happened, your body reacted and in that moment, you shot him. When your mind had recovered, you realised what had happened, that's what's happening right now."

"But the Doctor, he-he hates me."

Jack sighs, and scrubs a hand across his mouth, "Oh, Soph. You know he never could. He's grieving, he'll get over it." He pulls her into his arms, and holds her in a tight embrace.