★ ★ ★ 1/2 (rounded up)
This originally appeared at The Irresponsible Reader.
She ran into a cavern.
She ran into a vault.
She ran into a cathedral.
She ran into a huge space, a vast dome, with the Doctor standing at its centre, the grinning lord of an impossible realm.
It was like being plunged underwater, the sudden pressure in her head, and Rose thought, simply, No! and ran back out again.
Into the yard. The same old yard. With headless Mickey still chopping away at the fire door.
She looked back at the blue box. She'd left the door open and she could see, in the gap between door and jamb, that huge, strange space reaching far beyond, With the Doctor somehow in the distance, a small figure, a good twenty metres away and yet within a box that stood beside her, no deeper than a metre in itself.
The End of the World