He steps forward. He grips the handle. He wonders what his last words should be. He decides that last words are useless. He pulls the handle down, flat.

The Moment happens.

The universe sings.

The war ends.

ROMANA: Oh, I do love the spring. All the leaves, the colours.

DOCTOR: It's October.

ROMANA: I thought that you said we were coming here for May week.

DOCTOR: I did. May week's in June.

ROMANA: I'm confused.

DOCTOR: So was the TARDIS.

ROMANA: Oh, I do love the autumn. All the leaves, the colours.

DOCTOR: You feel that pounding in your heart? That tightness in the pit of your stomach? The blood rushing to your head, do you know what that is? That's adventure. The thrill and the fear, and the joy of stepping into the unknown. That's why we're all here, and that's why we're alive!