Disbelief. Was all that clouded her mind, obscuring her vision and filling her ears with a soft buzzing sound. Denial. That came next, making her want to cry, scream, but no sound would yield. The past 'year' had been a hoax, one filled with false hope, wishing every 'night' that someone would come and save her.

And there he was her saviour. In his bow tie and quirky suit all his glory, telling her the very thing she feared most in the world. That there was no way out, she had reached the end. Finally…

"So this is it?" her voice came out as a strangers, yet it sounded the same as it always had. She looked down at her hands and saw her dainty fingers, but when she moved them they didn't feel like her own. A strangled noise escaped from the back of her throat.

"Oswin…" she could tell that his voice was meant to be comforting but there was restraint in it. And she knew what it was. She had learnt what the Daleks thought of him, and what he thought of them. He couldn't bear to look at her.

"Tell me what it's like…to see the stars," she whispered slowly feeling her way back towards the control chair, finding some comfort in the half forgotten material, "I never did get to see them,"

Silence followed she could seem him thinking, she wondered if he would ever answer her. Hitting a few keys on the keyboard she accessed the security system. And then he began to talk.

Of the time war, his journeys around the galaxy, the planets he visited, the galaxies he'd seen. She found the part of the system that controlled the force field. And then there was the people he'd travelled with, some had left him, some had been left behind, some forget him, and some, not many were killed.

"I suppose I don't fall into any category," she mumbled.

"Then I'll have to make a new one won't I?" he half smiled, still looking at her cautiously.

Hitting the final buttons she disabled the force field.

"Doctor, you have three minutes, go take your companions and leave," she saw him open his mouth to speak, "No. Just go, please."

"Oswin Oswald, my soufflé girl…thank you," the first sentence to come out of his mouth that he really, truly meant. He turned to leave.

"Remember me you clever boy…and one last thing," she lay back in her chair, closing her eyes.

"Yes?" he hovered on the thresehold.

"Run," she smiled as a solitary tear slipped from her eye. And with a swish of her suit her ran from the room as she saw herself for what she was.

She was a Dalek. A monster, a spawn of demonic technology, a machine as opposed to a human being. She was a soul trapped inside a case of metal.

She slipped back into her false reality. She was Oswin Oswald, junior entertainment manager of the Alaska, it was her mother's birthday, she was human, she was the girl who can.

But that was a lie. As the air around her exploded, she became the girl who could.

A/N: Sorry about this, I was just so in love with this character and I hated her going. So I call this word vomit really :)