The Doctor brandished his sonic screwdriver like the weapon it wasn't, feeling rather disgusted with himself. He was backed against a wall, the latest aliens to threaten Earth closing in on him, with a door just to his left. Unfortunately, the door was locked, and if he turned his back for even a moment, they'd get the drop on him.
The Doctor, the Oncoming Storm, Destroyer of Worlds, Last of the Time Lords, was about to die in Cardiff.
Suddenly, the door slammed open and a slender, feminine hand grabbed his own. The Doctor's head snapped to the left in shock.
Brown eyes with just a hint of gold glinted at him in mischief, and a mysterious smile tugged at the full lips of his rescuer as she said, "Run."