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“Were we arguing?” said Osgood, looking dazed.

“We were shouting,” said John. “Everyone was. But it looks like they’re not anymore.”

People were looking at each other embarrassed and slightly dazed. But they were coming round ready to keep fighting once again. If the Daleks and guards came down here they could hold them back. Not forever; maybe not even for long. But for long enough, and that was all that mattered.

The High Dalek was dead, if it had ever even been alive. It was woodenly turning a grained sort of police box blue.

“Have we stopped them?” said Osgood.

“We’ve stalled them,” said John. “Hopefully that’s all she’s going to need.”

Osgood looked at him and allowed herself to smile.

“You’re good at this,” she said.

“At what?” said John.

“I don’t know what it’s called,” said Osgood. “Doctoring.”

John laughed. “Didn’t even need the clothes,” he said.

Osgood looked down at what she was wearing, and blushed very slightly.

“I know it’s pathetic,” she said.

John shook his head.

“I get it,” he said. “Something that’s more than all this, beyond ourselves. We needed that more than ever right now.”

Osgood smiled. “You sound like her.”

She frowned.

Are you”–

“I’m not the Doctor,” he said. “I’m John Smith.”

That seemed like it bothered her more than it should.

“Oh,” she said. “A part of me hoped you would be her in the end. That she’d still go on. Things shouldn’t just stop, not when they’re as wonderful as her.”

“They won’t, said John. The planets will keep on spinning. They’ll go on after us. The universe is bigger than any of us; that’s true if you’re human or not.”

He shrugged.

“You don’t have to keep pretending, you know? You don’t have to wear her clothes to be whatever you are.”

“Of course I do,” said Osgood. “Pretending’s the only way I’d ever be anything real.”

She paused, and smiled at him.

“You’d be good at it, I think,” she said. “Being her.”

“And you,” said John. “Really.”

“Then I suppose we did it,” said Osgood. “The Two Doctors.”

“Alright,” laughed John. “Let’s not push it too far.”

They would probably be friends in a world where they weren’t about to die.