“After we leave.”
“What..”
She turns into Katarina, whose face is lifeless, empty. Dead.
“After we die.”
“Katarina…”
“After we sacrifice ourselves for you.”
The floating girl’s face becomes that of the beautiful, but harsh Sara Kingdom.
“After you kill us…”
She ages beyond her years, her skin breaking away to reveal her aged broken bones.
“…to save yourself.”
“I don’t…”
She becomes Dodo.
“After we can’t stand the voices any longer.”
She turns into Zoe, who looks confused.
“After they take us away from you…”
Jamie McCrimmon, also confused. Angry.
“…and you away from us, Doctor.”
His eyes glisten, a tear drops.
Jamie becomes Jo, who’s older than he remembers her.
“After you never stop to think.”
Now she’s Leela, the savage.
“After you leave us in a world we can’t begin to comprehend.”
Romana, the equal. The one he loved.
“After you leave us in a world we can’t depart.”
She becomes Adric, the one he couldn’t save.
“Do you think of us, Doctor?”
Adric becomes Tegan, the loud one, but she whispers.
“After all we see.”
Now she’s Erimem, the royal one.
“After you’ve changed our world.”
Erimem becomes Peri.
“And changed our lives.”
She becomes Evelyn, whom he cherished.
“Do you think of us, Doctor? After we wither away and die?”
He sinks to his knees as she becomes… he can’t quite recall.
“After you lose us.”
Ace, the strong one.
“After you’re not sure what to do with us.”
She turns into Izzy, the geek.
“After you leave us in bloomin’ Stockbridge.”
Destrii, the alien one, first human, then amphibian.
“After I never get an ending.”
Charley Pollard, the Edwardian adventuress.
“And you lose us.”
His friend and mortal enemy.
“After you kill us all.”
Rose Tyler, the brilliantly ordinary one.
“After you send us away.”
Martha Jones, the one he didn’t. Couldn’t.
“After you make us fall in love with you.”
Donna Noble, who he couldn’t fix.
“Do you think of us, Doctor?”
“Always.”
Donna becomes Wilfred Mott, and the Doctor weeps, silently.
“Please, Doctor. Think of us.”
He becomes a silent red-haired girl, a blonde boy, a fair-haired woman and so many other people he doesn’t recognise.
Not yet.
“Think of us, Doctor.” All of them at once.
“I do, I do.”
“Never forget us.”
“I wouldn’t, I couldn’t.”
He tries to move his hand through his hair, but finds it’s not his own hair. It’s somebody else’s. As is his hand.
“Ah.”
His world fades back. The TARDIS.