Rose: "We'll go down fighting, yeah?" Yeah. "Together?" Yeah! They link hands, and the Doctor smiles wonderfully at her: "I'm so glad I met you." She smiles up at him, surprised: "Me too." They smile at each other. Aww. I love: the love. The love, I love it!
Dickens comes running in and starts yelling at the Doctor that he needs to turn off the lights and fill the room with gas: "Turn it all on! Gas the place!" The Doctor thinks a minute and then smiles, getting it. "What, so we choke to death instead?" asks Rose. Heh. The Doctor congratulates Dickens -- at the latter's hysterical request -- on a very good plan: build the gas pressure in the environment higher than that of the corpses, and they'll get drawn out into the air, "like poison from a wound." The Gelth immediately start going after Dickens, who hopes aloud that his "theory will be validated soon..." and they advance on him "--If not immediately." The Doctor pulls a convenient gas pipe free from the wall in the little room, and all the creatures nearby are sucked out of their bodies at once, screaming horribly. The Doctor and Rose are at least able to get out of their cage. "Gwyneth! Send them back! They lied, they're not angels!" She says simply, "Liars." He begs Gwyneth to look at him: "If your mother and father could look down and see this, they'd tell you the same. They'd give you the strength. Now send them back!" Dickens grabs the choking Rose to get her out, but she refuses to leave Gwyneth, who is now wreathed in yellow flame. "They're too strong," says Gwyneth. The Doctor recalls the vision of Rose's world that Gwyneth had over washing up after their tea: "All those people -- none of it will exist, unless you send them back through the Rift." Gwyneth does a quick internal inventory, and admits that she can't send them back, but says she can hold them inside the house at least. "Get out," she says firmly, reaching into her maid's apron from some matches. Rose freaks -- it's pretty intense -- and the Doctor grabs her, promising not to leave Gwyneth until she's out of danger. Alone with Gwyneth, the Doctor holds out his hand for the matches, but her lack of response clicks for him, and he stares at her, sad and surprised.
As Dickens and Rose make their way out of the dark, choky house, the Doctor feels Gwyneth's neck for a pulse. His face falls and he apologizes again, kissing her forehead, thanking her. She stares, loose and slack. I really don't want to know how much he is to blame for this -- the Gelth, the War...there are a few things I don't know anything about, with this show, because I have a spoiler rule about shows I like, but my feeling is that I don't want to know these things. Something about the Doctor's face whenever the War and its dead come up -- I can't say for sure. I just know it hurts. Poor old Gwyneth. Poor old Doctor, if she's paying his price. The Doctor takes off from the dead body of Gwyneth, who waits quietly a few moments, Gelth swirling around her, red and yellow and blue, faster and faster, before striking the match.