Viewscreens all over the Platform start cracking. The Doctor dodges under the first fan and stares up at the next one. The glass in Rose's window starts to crack. Rays of sunlight burst in and burn holes around her as she screams. The Doctor is still stuck between the fans. He looks back at Jabe, now breathing hard and sweating, and ducks under the second fan. The Moxx of Balhoon is bathed in light, and screams himself to death. Sunlight continues to arc all around Rose. The Doctor stands before the last fan. Back at the lever, Jabe shakes, and her hand bursts into flame. The Doctor looks back at her screams, shocked. She drops, dead, and the lever snaps up. The fans start to spin so fast they're blurry, as they try to cool the unshielded Platform. The walls around Rose continue to burn as the voice of Platform One counts down the expansion of the sun. "Planet explodes in 10...9..." The Doctor closes his eyes and the music and tone change drastically, as he calms himself before the fan blade. "8...7...6...5...4..." Rose breathes in slow motion, getting ready to die. The Doctor, to the tune of a Time Lord song, steps calmly though the fan blade, still with eyes closed, and sprints over and pulls the reset switch. "...1." The force fields around the Platform resets, the planet is engulfed in fire.
As the "exoglass" in the viewscreens self-repairs and Rose opens her eyes, the fan blades return to normal, and the Doctor walks back across. He looks at Jabe's body, smoking still, for a long time.
Rose returns to the observation gallery, where many of the aliens are dead or severely injured. The Doctor glances at Rose on his way in, but goes right over to Jabe's companions, telling them what happened. He returns to Rose a new Doctor that we have not seen before. "You all right?" she asks. If by "all right" you mean "very fucking hardcore," then yes. "Yeah, I'm fine. I'm full of ideas, I'm bristling with them. Idea number one: teleportation through five thousand degrees needs some kind of feed. Idea number two: this feed must be hidden nearby." He cracks open the ostrich egg, revealing whatever that is that he is talking about. "Idea number three: if you're as clever as me, then a teleportation feed can be reversed." He does something to it, and Cassandra reappears mid-gloat: "Ooh, you should have seen their little alien faces..." The Doctor welcomes her, and she gets awkward. "So. You...passed my little test? Bravo. This makes you eligible to join the...er, the Human Club." The Doctor reminds her that people died, and that she murders them, and she pulls...this is rough, because what she pulls is the Rose card, from earlier this evening. Very Flannery O'Connor, that: make a good guy say the same thing as the bad guy, and it telescopes out so far that it comes off the page and hits you in the face. "Wait, am I a racist too? Would I say that too?" I love stories that do that. "That depends on your definition of 'people,'" Cassandra simpers. "And that's enough of a technicality to keep your lawyers dizzy for centuries. Take me to court then, Doctor! And watch me smile, and cry, and flutter..." The Doctor mentions that she's also creaking. Her skin is quickly tightening, getting whiter and whiter and constricting in on herself. "Ah! I'm drying out! Oh, sweet heavens! Moisturize me! Moisturize me!" Rose watches in horror; everybody else...watches. "Where are my surgeons? My lovely boys! It's too hot!" She gets red and blotchy. Gross. The Doctor reminds Cassandra that it was she who raised the temperature, but Cassandra pathetically begs for mercy. It's not entirely easy for the Doctor -- but if Jabe and the Moxx hadn't died, I don't know if he could at all. Rose whispers to the Doctor, asking for help for Cassandra, but the Doctor sees a symmetry: "Everything has its time. And everything dies." Cassandra shrivels up and explodes disgustingly -- and hilariously -- screaming that she is too young to die. The Doctor leaves, cold and still angry.