Robin didn't even have time to contemplate her pain; the Wire had begun to take over the Doctor's body as it had hers. His eyes went red and glowy, and Robin wondered with a shudder if hers had looked the same. She supposed they had. Then the creature started speaking with the Doctor's lips, threatening to take Robin's life... As it staggered toward her using the Doctor's legs, she moved backward at the same pace. Then, however, it stopped.<br/><br/>The Doctor's mind... damaged? Robin could see now; the broken memories, the distorted thoughts, the pains in his head... It all made sense. But she stopped short when the Doctor's eyes closed and opened again - but this time his normal golden color. He even smiled, and Robin had to return the gesture; she had been very worried that he wouldn't make it out.<br/><br/><em>At some point in my past my brain got smashed.</em>This made no sense; if someone's brain had been smashed, how would they be able to survive and talk about it? He did say he was something called a Time Lord (another rather grandiose title in Robin's opinion), and perhaps they could survive more damage than a human. But a brain completely smashed...<br/><br/>Her thoughts were interrupted. A cold light seemed to have taken over the Doctor's eyes. He was going to destroy the creature, though something told Robin that despite the fact it had killed so many people, he was sad about taking its life. It was begging with him, pleading, but he was all fire and ice. Terrifying and beautiful. The oncoming storm; the destroyer of worlds.<br/><br/>Then lightning pulsed from him, snapping out into the air so close to Robin's face that she had to jump back. A form hovered in front of the Doctor, emitting a terrible scream before it completely vanished, leaving only smoke and a scent of burnt hair behind. A moment of silence passed as Robin looked at the smoking Doctor, in awe of him and horrified by him at the same time. How many times had he done things like this?<br/><br/>Steel coursed through her veins, however, and she straightened. Even in her immense state of pain, she walked to the Doctor and looked up into his face. All of the cold had gone, leaving only weariness and age in its place. Again, she wrapped her arms around his waist and squeezed him tight.<br/><br/>"Thank you for saving my life," she whispered, standing on tiptoe to peck his cheek, "And I would love for us to take a victory break right now, since I can hardly move and you seem in about the same shape as me, but um... There's that to worry about." She pointed up to the sky, which had grown ever darker. Lightning was crackling madly through the clouds, and the rain came in drenching sheets.