As dawn broke over the broken remains of the Millson Wagner Steelworks, newly freed UNIT troopers were occupied with keeping eager reporters, anxious management, and a cluster of inquisitive passers-by outside the main gate.
"Right," said the Doctor to the Nobles and Shirley. "London saved. Donna restored. All in all, everything's well sorted. Well, almost everything.." Spinning on her heels, she turned to face down the Meep, now surrounded by some of the formerly enslaved soldiers. "There's still you, Meep."
The Doctor's head jerked to the side, as if she'd had heard something that everyone else hadn't. "Aaaah, incoming!" With that, she quickly whipped her glasses and slip them on, just as a bright blue light appeared out of nowhere, blinding everyone else. When the light faded, standing before them were a whole lot of Wrarth Warriors who must have teleported in from their ship.
"Nobles, meet the Wrarth Warriors," said the Doctor, with a smile. She then stepped forward, slipping of her glasses, and tucking them away again as she said solemnly, "I regret to inform you that Sergeant Zogroth and Constable Zreeg gave their lives in pursuit of bringing the Meep to justice. As did many people of Earth."
The Wrarth Warriors all crossed their arms in front of their chests and bowed their heads. The Nobles and the soldiers copied this, as did the Doctor.
"Their names will be included in the litany of crimes, as the Meep atones in prison for ten thousand years," pronounced one of the Wrarth.
"Oh, Doctor," said the Meep, giggling, "You might have thwarted my plans this time…."
"Thwarted…saved, all a matter of perspectives, really."
The Meep's eyes narrowed, as they bared their nasty, pointed teeth. "Laugh now, Doctor, but know this: I will make my escape, and when I do, I shall have my revenge!"
"Rrrriiggghht," said the Doctor, nonplussed by the threat, "No offense, and all, but I've heard that all before. Sorry. Been there, done that, moving on." Taking a step back, she continued, "Now, it rather seems like your lift's ready to be getting on. Tol d you I had a better way of getting you off this planet. Though, to be honest, it's better for us than you." The Doctor then just smiled apologetically and shrugged. "Well, you best be off then. So, arrivederci, au revoir, toodoodles, bye bye then!"
The Meep's eyes narrowed even more, as they opened their mouth to speak, but were cut off when the blue light shimmered again, and the Wrarth Warriors with their diminutive prisoner vanished.
For a moment, the Doctor stared at the spot where the Meep had been. Then simply shrugged, as she shook her head. "I think i might actually miss that miserable little fuzzball." With that, she turned to Donna and rose, clasping her hands together eagerly. "And now, for the main attraction." Smiling, she pointed at the Doctor and Rose, "Right, you two, I think it's time we get you lot sorted, but I'm beginning to think you guessed that already, right?"
"Yeah, we know," sighed Donna. "Dumbo."
"Dumbo?", said the Doctor defensively, reaching up to check her ears. "They're not that big, surely." Shaking her head, she lowered her hands, mock-glaring at Donna. "Hmph, anyway, you may think you know, but do you know?"
"Yeah," said Rose, taking it up. "We have all this power, but there's a way to fix it. we just.."
"Oh, I already knew that," said the Doctor sullenly, waving it off with a sweep of her hand. "Bit obvious really. No, what I meant was, why I was here in the first place?" The Doctor rocked on her heels, smirking knowingly at Donna and Rose. "I mean, bit of a coincidence, really. Me, arriving just in time to cross paths again with you," The Doctor pointed at Donna, "And you." She then pointed at Rose.
Sylvia murmured, "Just thought it was bad luck."
"Nope. Noppity nope nope.", said the Doctor. "Wasn't chance or luck. It was this.." With that, she drew out an old leather wallet, flipping opening it to reveal a piece of white paper. But this wasn't just any paper, this was psychic paper. "You see, I was on my way back from getting in touch with myself. Literally." Turning to Donna again, she stage-whispered, "Matchstick Man says hiya!" While Donna gasped, the Doctor continued on. "When I got this in the Tardis." Holding up the psychic paper, two words could be seen scrawled on it: 'Please Come.' "Quite a simple little message, really, but the interesting bit wasn't the message, though. It was the psychic resonance from the message itself. It was oddly familiar. Almost didn't recognize til now." The Doctor smirked at Donna, "It was oddly muddled, you see. Like it had been all jumbled, and mixed up with someone else's. I wonder who that could have been?" The Doctor then winked at Rose.
"Wait, Are you saying that they sent you that?", asked Shaun.
"Yep", said the Doctor, grinning widely. "So, new plan. Although, I rather suspect, it's the old plan. I'm just figuring it all out." The Doctor reached into her coat, and pulled out the old leather wallet which held her psychic paper. "Now, before you two try to make like Elsa," She extended the wallet toward Donna and Rose, "I rather suspect, we still have something else to do first."
Rose took the wallet from the Doctor, then turned and gave Donna a soft smile, that her mum willingly returned. Then together, they held onto the psychic paper. Closing their eyes, all was silent and still. Then, the paper began to glow softly as words began to write themselves on the paper. Then, zap, there was a brief flash of golden light, and the words were gone, having been sent on their way.
The Doctor took back the wallet, shaking it as some residual golden misty energy still lingered. She blew away the shimmery wisps away gently before tucking the psychic paper away again. "Right, now that's sorted. I think it's Elsa time."
"What are you talking about?", asked Sylvia, concerned again, this time about both Donna and Rose.
"It's alright, Mum," said Donna to her mother, gently.
"Yeah," chimed in Rose, "She just means we have to let it go…" Taking her Mum's hand, Rose drew in a deep breath. Then, as everyone watched in astonishment, Donna and Rose began to glow with golden regenerative energy. It shimmered around them like halos, before gradually spiraling away into the night air.
"Tada!", exclaimed The Doctor.
Shaun nudged the Doctor. "Like I said, how lucky am I?"
Rose and Donna were still smiling, as some of the golden wisps of energy swirled and spiraled higher and higher, before dissipating like a dream.
Behind them, Shirley Birmingham saw a tiny curl of energy drift her way, and she puffed it away, like blowing seeds from a dandelion.
"After all these years," said Rose, her face relaxing with relief, as she hugged Donna. "I'm finally me!"