It was a dream.. wasn't it? A voice just out of reach, somewhere amidst the shadows, in the TARDIS of all places. A voice so far yet so loud his whole body convulsed in pain at every syllable uttered.

"You love your precious humans.." It said. "You so enjoy watching over them. So call this.. a gift, of sorts. Watch them, Doctor, for the rest of your days."

A paralyzing wave hit him and his scream was absorbed by the blinding light now surrounding him. He fell forward, his face colliding with something very cold and very solid.

"Okay. So - Not a dream."