[TARDIS Console Room]
The TARDIS interior is cold and unyielding in the air between them. The time rotor rises and falls in perfect, rhythmic precision, the familiar hum of the ship wrapping around them like a storm before the lightning strike.
The Doctor stumbles, still shaken, his breath uneven as he presses a trembling hand to his chest. He can feel the emptiness where the Alchemist has shut him out—cutting off their bond, closing every pathway but the most basic connection.
The emptiness is unbearable.
"Amara," his voice is low, cracking, "Please."
The Alchemist does not respond.
She stands at the console, silent, unmoving, her fingers gliding over the controls with an eerie calmness that feels entirely wrong. The TARDIS obeys her without hesitation, as if she, too, understands that now is not the time for words.
"You can't just..." the Doctor reaches out for her but immediately recoils as she flicks a switch with more force than necessary, sending a pulse through the ship that makes the floor tremble beneath them.
A warning.
Not. Now.
His throat tightens.
"Please," he tries again, softer this time, his hands curled into fists, "Just the bonds. I know I was wrong, I know. But please..."
The Alchemist's shoulders rise and fall in a slow, deliberate breath. The kind she takes when she's restraining herself. When her fury is so absolute that she doesn't trust herself to speak.
The Doctor swallows hard. He's seen her angry before. He's seen her furious, grief-stricken, even broken.
But this—this is different.
This is betrayal.
The TARDIS lurches, a final, decisive motion that signals their arrival. A sharp hum echoes through the control room as the central column slows, light dimming.
They have landed.
The Alchemist turns without looking at him and strides to the doors. She presses a hand against the frame, and with a soft, metallic click, they swing open.
Beyond them, the sky of Causarimorvarid stretches wide and endless, the shimmering hue of pink casting the horizon in a soft glow. And standing directly in front of them, rooted in place like a silent sentry, is the House TARDIS.
Home.
The Alchemist finally moves, but only to lift a single hand.
She gestures toward the door.
Get out.
The Doctor stares at her, blinking as his mind struggles to catch up with the sheer finality of that motion, "Wait... Amara..."
The air between them crackles.
The Alchemist snaps her fingers, a flicker of golden energy sparking in her palm. The meaning is clear.
Get. Out.
Now.
The Doctor hesitates only a second longer before he steps through the doors into the cool air of Phaos.
[Phaos]
The Doctor barely has time to steady himself before the House TARDIS door flies open, slamming against the stone walls with force.
Seven figures emerge, moving as one, their fury a tangible storm rolling toward him.
Nightingale is first. She storms down the steps, her eyes ablaze.
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Eyes of Time: The Final Line ✓
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