Wyatt awoke clutching his broken body only to find there wasn't a scratch on him. Even stranger, the smell of fresh-cut grass and lingering dust had disappeared. Slowly rising from the stainless floor, Wyatt was stunned to find himself not in the dead, dark ruin of a mall once his prison but in a vibrant, bustling complex filled to the brim with people.

Living people.

He was exactly where the Doctor had left him—or where the Giant had left him. Either way, neither was there anymore, only a crowd who seemed too busy to stop and wonder why a stranger had just awoken in the middle of the mall.

Wyatt began to walk through the crowd, riding up the same escalator his pursuer had used moments before. He continued along the second floor, passing storefronts and vendors without even a blade of grass. It was a few minutes before he saw something truly odd: a man resting against a vintage police box that Wyatt could only assume was for decoration.

"Huh…must've dozed off…"

Wyatt thought little of the man other than that the box was an odd exhibit, walking through the mall back to the parking lot where he assumed he'd parked his car before coming here. And as he left, none the wiser about how he'd ended up there, he passed by a curious piece of art. A giant paper-mache statue of a bearded man with detailed facial features and beautiful hands made of flowers.

"Weird…"

That was all Wyatt said to himself as he passed by, leaving the stranger and his box behind—leaving the Doctor, the man who'd saved his life, without even so much as a goodbye.

The Doctor remained, lingering in a world that was one life fuller. He'd seen a death that had never happened, and yet time still flowed as it always had, even after reversing it. This was one of the times the universe let a miracle slip by. No harm, no foul. That was how he saw it.

That mindset only made the sight of an omen that much more frightening.

The passersby standing around the Giant had cleared away, leaving one person staring back across the mall: an Ood. As an alien race with a tentacled maw, fleshy head, and squinting eyes, they stood out like a sore thumb, but no one in the mall reacted to their presence. Only the Doctor could see it. And only the Doctor knew what it meant. The universe had let him work his miracle, but it hadn't forgotten.

"Do you accept this impermanence, Doctor?"

The Ood called out in a soothing voice that only the Doctor could hear, cupping a white orb in its gloved hands as it observed him from afar.

"It was one person. One silly mall I stopped from closing, that's all."

The Doctor muttered aloud, irreverent to whether the Ood could hear him. Its presence alone spoke volumes.

It said he could work these miracles and that no one could stop him.

But those miracles could not stop what was coming.

He could not work miracles on himself.

"I'm still here."

Was all the Doctor could say as he stepped into the TARDIS. The cloister bells chimed shortly after, carrying the Time Lord away from Valley View Center and into all of time and space.

Away from the Once-Rolling Giant.

Away from a grave undug.

Away from a destiny unfulfilled.