The Doctor had almost been ready to die. Even that final shout at Wilf and how much he insisted he wasn't ready, he was. He stood there, on the threshold, and knew it was time. And now it was gone, like Jack had snatched it from him. And it was stupid, stupid, stupid! Stupid to think that he'd missed something by not dying there, but he felt like he had. Felt like it was time to start anew. Start without pain.

"Well, maybe we think differently, then," he said. "Because I was ready to give you peace. Even if it meant I'd be alone."