Okay, so the world’s about to end. The Doctor’s sat in the middle of the floor, one wire in one hand, one wire in the other. You can practically feel the electricity begging him to touch them, to let it flow, to unleash the chaos. The air crackles with it, so much so that you’d think that’s were the charge was, not in one red wire, and one blue.
One second. Is he sweating? I am.
‘Do you want to talk about it?’ he asks me.
I consider. I don’t even want to think about it.
Let’s go back.