The Daleks and the Cybermen briefly consider a détente before deciding instead that they are going to have a total war and turn everybody into Cybermen and exterminate exterminate and all that. Well, it was unlikely that they'd really play well together. Jake and Pete from the Age of Steel show up, working with Mickey, and everybody's in huge trouble until the Doctor realizes that by rebooting the ghost engines, he can cause the Dalek and Cybermen to be sucked back into the Void/Bleed/Howling/Hell, due to their being covered in a certain sort of radiation. Anybody who's been through the Void, however, would be in danger of also being sucked through. For those of us paying attention, that means Mickey, Rose, the Doctor, and the Age of Steel guys. Pretty much everybody but Jackie, who ends up hooking up with Steel Pete and is more than happy to go live in Steel World once she's narrowly saved from being Cyberized. But that's not what you're asking about, is it? Who cares about Mickey or Jake or Pete or Jackie? We want the Doctor and Rose, and we want it now! The Doctor stays here, and Rose goes there. With her mother and her father -- who she knows just as well as she knew 616 Pete -- and Mickey (and Jake, which should be fun), and the whole life she hated when we met her. It's a lot easier to explain the awfulness of all of this if you've seen either Buffy or read His Dark Materials, since the whole season has relied pretty heavily on one or both of them at any given time. Anyway, then there's like the most painful scene of all time in the history of time which is pretty long, in which the Doctor and Rose say goodbye for the last time. In Bad Wolf Bay. For The Last. Time. Ever. And it sucks, and it's very sad, and also it sucks. For everybody involved. To the point where -- you think I'm fucking kidding? -- mere photographs of a beach, anywhere in the world, will send you into hysterics for a good long while. When this episode aired, the BBC posted pictures of Rose and Ten on a beach as their main DW page for like two weeks, causing three strokes, twelve heart attacks, eighty divorces, and thirteen comas. Plus at least one week-long crying jag; victim's name? Me. Awww.
"You were my life. You know what the most difficult thing was? Coping with what happens next, and with what doesn't happen next. You took me to the furthest reaches of the galaxy, you showed me supernovas, intergalactic battles...and then you just dropped me back on Earth. How could anything compare to that?" That was Sarah Jane. The Doctor didn't have an answer for her. "All those things you saw -- do you want me to apologize for that?" Of course not. And he knew that. "No, but we get a taste of that splendor, and then we have to go back."
Rose stands on a beach. They ran. So far, and so fast, in fact, that they met themselves coming, and faced the Doctor's oldest enemies, and his final victims, and Rose found herself in league with time. It sounded like singing. But everything ends. Don't you think she looks tired? Tired of yearning, tired of chasing. Ready to live. They hit pause on so many things, because this is the part of the story they liked best. But the presence of God is defined in the moments of his leaving. Ein soph: the generosity of grace, to remove itself when the time comes. The cruel etiquette of Paradise, of Arcadia, to push you out of the nest when you're ready to fly. You'll be reading this at the New Year. I wish today were just like any other day.
The Dalek advance, upon Rose, upon Mickey and Rajesh Singh, singing extermination. Rose addresses them with the authority of the Bad Wolf: "Daleks!" They go quiet. These devils, these acolytes of a cult of destruction, fall silent at her speech. "You're called Daleks. I know your name." Rose takes off her lab coat as they stare without eyes. She presses closer. "Think about it. How can I know that? A human who knows about the Daleks. And the Time War. If you wanna know how, then keep us alive. That's all I'm asking. Me and my friends." Mickey takes pains to inform the Daleks that he too knows about them, and about the Time War. Rajesh does as well. "You will be necessary," one of them says. His name is Sek. He's in charge. The Daleks obey. He asks another about the status of the Genesis Ark: it is hibernating. Sek commands that it should be awakened; they all agree that it must be protected above all else. The Genesis Ark emerges from the sphere; one of the Daleks attaches itself to the Ark. Mickey Smith, gun still at the ready, wonders that they're still alive; Rose is on to the next question: "Never mind that. What the hell's a Genesis Ark?"