In a hospital, there laid an elderly woman on her death bed. A man walks into the room late at night, making her very angry. she notices his odd dress style, wearing a bowtie and a fez. “What are you doing here?” she asks, annoyed. “Who are you?” The man brushes a lock of her once ginger hair out of her face and says, “I’m the Doctor.” “Oh, not another one. Listen, I already know I don’t have much time so I would like it very much if you leave me in pea-” The man places his hand on her forehead and memories come flooding back. The Adipose, Pompeii, the Daleks, everything. Tears run down her cheek as her head begins to burn. She smiles painfully and whispers. “Doctor…. Thank you…” The life in her eyes fades as the she medical equipment show her vitals dropping. “I’m sorry, Donna.” The Doctor says. “I’m so, so sorry..” He moves his hand from her forehead to her eyes, closing them for the last time…