{NO! NONONONONO!!!}

 [Having a temper-tantrum about it won't help.]

 {SHUT UP, YOU JERK! IT'S ALL RUINED NOW! WE'RE BACK TO SQUARE ONE! AFTER ALL THESE YEARS!}

 [Not quite.]

 {WHAT -- ?!}

 [Look and learn, you irritating little twit.]

 {WHY YOU -- !!}

 [Shut UP.]

 And the miraculous happened.

 Aggression shut up, and looked.

 "You would weep for her?" said the woman inside.

 The Doctor looked at her with an expression of calm resignation, while his eyes betrayed the anguish and fury of a thousand years. "The Gord," he whispered, looking across the room at an ancient woman who stood in the TARDIS control room, running her hands possessively over controls that had just mended themselves. "Time has not been kind to you."

 "Time is kind to none of us, Doctor," she responded, her own eyes crackling with venomous hatred. "Even you, the self-styled Lords of Time, are its brute servants. Time is merciless...it grinds us all to dust beneath its heel. And yet you weep for the death of a single woman, in a time long after your culture, your friends, everything about the universe you were familiar with, has passed on into the endless night. Why?"

 The Doctor set the body down. "Because of all that you said. Because time is vengeful, and will claim its due from all of us...and given that, there is no reason why we should give it any assistance. You never did understand that." He closed the eyes of the woman, whose only crime was being in the wrong place at the wrong time, and stood back up. "You murdered hundreds, you destroyed the worth of everything you touched, and all the while, you never gained back from Time even a second of what you'd stolen from others."

 The Gord composed her face into an expression of mock sorrow. "You are so right, Doctor. Time has crushed me as well -- all my power, all my battlefleets, everything is useless to me before the endless, crushing weight of Time." She sighed. "I am old now, hundreds of years old; even the medical science of a million years cannot prolong my life much longer." She sighed. "So I must end." A smile rippled across her wizened face. "But I will not go into the night alone, Doctor. I will bring an entire universe with me, into the embrace of Time."

 The Doctor stood for a moment, aghast. "You cannot be that mad..." he whispered to himself. Then a thought struck him. "How did you get onto my TARDIS?"

 The Gord tapped a few buttons. "That fine, lovely young lady -- and how that beauty will fade, Doctor -- activated a Time Vector Generator in the presence of two fairly large sources of artron energy. It wasn't close enough to the star to trigger the Matrix detonation, but it did produce several strange effects. Notably, my arrival. Which can only be a good thing."

 The Doctor darted to the console, attempting a dematerialization sequence, but the TARDIS merely shuddered and groaned in protest.

 "Sorry," said the Gord, "but from what I can tell, there's a lot of artron energy in the area, and it's interfering with the TARDIS. You can't dematerialize...and we're heading straight into the star."

 Angela was still haunted by the image of her own future. She couldn't get it out of her mind...five million years awaited her. Five million years of slow, still, silence as her mind degenerated into madness; and all of it terminating with her trying to commit suicide in what could possibly be the strangest manner in recorded history. She shuddered, remembering the blazing, alien hatred in her own eyes, even as they reflected back the fear that she felt...

 Jadi was worried by Angela's state of mind. He knew that what she was going through had to be difficult, and he didn't know what to tell her. He wanted to say something warm, something comforting, or at least give her some hope; but sadly, relationship books on time travel hadn't even been written yet.

 And Wil? He was worried about the several armed soldiers who had just found out that their shuttle was hijacked; he was worried about the fact that the TARDIS had just vanished, leaving them stranded on an alien warship. And most of all, he was worried about the fact that said warship was in close orbit around a star, and that said warship had minimal shielding, due to the fact that it was not designed to have organic inhabitants.

 Given that psychology is a study of the mind, all of these worries must be treated as equally valid. However, objectively speaking, it must be noted that Wil's was the most pressing.

 {SHUT UP! I DONT GET IT! WE LOST IT ALL, AND NOW WE HAVE TO WATCH THESE TWO BORING GEEZERS WHINE AT EACH OTHER!!! THIS SUCKS -- WCW IS ON!!!}

 [Our apotheosis is at hand, and you'd prefer to watch pro wrestling. It's amazing to believe that the same person programmed our algorithms.]

 {ONLY GEEKS USE BIG WORDS!!! R3AL MEN USE THEIR FISTS!!!!!}

 [We don't have fists. We don't have bodies. But we do have the Personality Matrix, and it was designed to be triggered when a massive source of artron energy entered our star, triggering a space-time rip...at the same time as a source of incredible aggression and intense hatred for everything that lived entered the range of the Matrix. It was such a rare occurrence that the designers of the weapon could only see one way for it to be fulfilled...and now it's going to happen a different way, purely by accident.]

 {HUH?}

 [It's time to start blowing things up now.]

 {K3WL!!!!!!!!!!!}

 "I have waited an eternity to see you again, Doctor," crowed the Gord. "You cannot imagine what it was like to be humiliated as I was in our last meeting. It gave me the strength to withstand a thousand rejuvenations, and helped me to find the will to live when others would have given in to death. I live now, Doctor, for the dream of killing you...and soon, very soon, it will be fulfilled."

 The Doctor didn't even look up from the spaghetti-like tangle of wires that surrounded him. "And how many times have I humiliated you before, just out of curiosity?" he asked, as he connected two wires together in a shower of sparks.

 The Gord snarled viciously. "Three times, as if I could forget any of them."

 "Then I'm afraid," the Doctor said, still intent on his task, "that you're doomed to disappointment. I've only met you twice before now...meaning that you can't kill me this time around without creating a temporal paradox." He plugged a wire into a small junction box. "Sorry."

 The Gord began to laugh. It started as a small chuckle, then rapidly escalated into hysterical, mad cackling that lasted for almost a full minute. Finally, she subsided, and fixed the Doctor with a stare. "I said that I couldn't forget them, Doctor. But I have studied your history, and our last encounter...and you have. Your sixth incarnation was notably unstable, and our battle left you...in poor condition. No, Doctor, there is no temporal paradox to save you now. We enter the heart of destruction together, and the universe will fear me in its last throes."

 Jadi looked down at her. He was feeling a little light-headed, but he'd been through tougher stuff than this before. "You won't be," he said. "I promise."

 Angela gripped his wrist. "Do you really?"

 Jadi blinked in confusion. "I -- what do you mean?"

 Angela shuddered. "I would rather die than become that thing, Jadi. Five million years of total isolation...I want you to promise me, Jadi. Promise me that if it ever happens, if you know I'll wind up like that...you'll kill me before letting me turn into that thing."

 Jadi wasn't sure what to say. This was the kind of situation that 'Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus' didn't even start to cover.

 {SHUTUP SHUTUP SHUTUP! HOLLYWOOD JUST DID HIS INFAMOUS TRIPLE-PILE-DRIVER-ULTRA-SUPLEX!!!!!! K3WL!!!!!!!}

 [Ah, well, I can't allow you to miss the glorious delights of inadequate actors pretending to wrestle each other, can I? Please, act like I'm not there -- ]

 And he wasn't.

 {HELL YEAH!!!!!}

 "What have you done?" the Gord snapped.

 The Doctor gestured to the small black box in front of him. "The Personality Matrix uses a telepathic interface -- it's how Strategy managed to manipulate so many people into maneuvering the Primer. I've tapped into those telepathic frequencies, and downloaded Strategy into this containment device, where I can reprogram him...of course, this leaves Aggression in charge, so I'd best work fast -- at this point, any distractions would be disastrous."

 The Gord leapt onto the Doctor with hands hooked into claws. He managed to grab her wrists, but she pressed forward with frenzied strength. "You will not rob me of my triumph again," she shrieked. "I will destroy this universe, Time Lord, and I will let nothing stop me!"

 The Doctor glared into the eyes of purest evil as they thrashed about in the tangle of wires. Her hatred seemed merely to fuel his determination, though, and finally, he pushed her away from him. She landed heavily against a sedan chair and lay there, stunned.

 "I'm sorry," the Doctor whispered, "but Time will have to take her due on a second by second basis, as usual." He rapidly set to work.

 The box remained silent.

 "Strategy -- has your primary objective been altered?"

 The box remained silent.

 "Strategy -- do you understand the futility of Mutually Assured Destruction yet?"

 And the box spoke.

 "Yah-hah, evil spider woman! I have captured you by the short rabbits and can now deliver you violently to your gynecologist for a thorough examination!"

 The Doctor's face fell. "Oh, dear," he whispered, "it appears that I've made something of an error."

 The Gord laughed as the TARDIS fell further into the heart of the sun.

 Not the end...