|STARFISH OF POWAHHHH!!!!|
At long last, it's the Doctor's final living moments. He knows he is about to finally die, having used up all of his regenerations long ago, over thousands of years. He's seen stars form and die, entire populations be born and wiped out, friends and family take both their first and their last breaths. He's married, loved and lost people he remembers quite vividly. Rose Tyler, Donna Noble, Sara Jane Smith, Amy and Rory Pond, Clara Oswald, each one seeming to whisper their gratitude and love into his ear, despite that it's only air occupying the space next to his head. With each ragged breath, he grows more weary, knowing that he has mere moments to set things right. He sees a crack in the wall, the same crack he saw on these same fields of Trenzalore he fought on to defend the helpless residents of Christmas, emanating a beautiful golden light, almost seeming to come from some sort of heavenly afterlife, and he remembers his people, his home, Gallifrey, which he saved by stashing it away into a pocket universe. At that moment, he remembers what he has to do. The question is asked through the crack--"Doctor WHO?" to which he responds with a very quiet unintelligible whisper. The question is asked again--"Doctor WHO?"--and he realized that he wasn't loud enough. He lifts his head, takes a deep breath and finally says his name, his real name, the name he kept guarded all those years, and… it felt good, like the weight of his secret was lifted off his shoulders. The ages-old question that echoes across the universe is asked one more time--"Doctor WHOOOO?" Frustrated, the last of the Time Lords of Gallifrey shouts his real name, bellowing it with every last fiber of his being, unlocking the seals he so carefully placed to protect his home world. The planets tremble, the sky is ripped apart, and an orb emerges. Gallifrey has returned to the skies, the final act of kindness the Doctor was able to bestow unto reality during his life, using his last breath to save the people who waited for the moment to return, while the ghosts of his past companions look on, smiling tearfully, before turning and disappearing into the ether. The Doctor is dead, but his memory will live on forever, having touched billions of lives with his kindness, humor, ferocity & love.