The Doctor had been distracted by making two different Solstice gifts and didn’t realize the cup of tea he had poured was a very odd color. He looked down at the cup and noticed the sparkling purple remnants and frowned. “Oh dear,” he muttered before feeling a great psychic tearing and the world going dark around him.

He woke a few minutes later, his head aching.

When he rose and stalked down the hall, it was not as the Doctor. He was the Oncoming Storm, the Dark Lord that the Daleks feared, and where he walked, worlds burned.