The Doctor looks down at the rapier going through his belly. It's just about missed his spine, but his stomach has a hole through it and he can feel the symbiotic bacteria in the lining start to seep out into his bloodstream. Sepsis, soon, if he doesn't die from blood loss, first.

Nobody's knocking.

"I win," he says, feeling his legs start to buckle, and he's surprised at how very like the Master he sounds.