Prose As the title suggest, this is supposed to portray the Eighth Doctor sensing the end of his current incarnation and thinking about unfinished business and legacy. Along with some fellow time travellers, he's set up a kind of waystation out of time in the event horizon of a black hole, where they can meet, exchange ideas and feel a kinship, the Doctor motivated by his estrangement from the other Time Lords. As you might expect, it does not go well. Although this was written in 2004, this version of Eighth feels akin to the broken mess who bothered River and Bernice in The Legacy of Time's Lies in Ruins and the "future" version we heard in the Mary Shelley portion of A Company of Friends (if slightly more coherent), the living embodiment of chronological existentialism.
Placement:
This old chronology puts it just before The Night of the Doctor and I can't disagree.
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