"Oh, I know you have," said Drusilla, cooing like a dove. She remembered the empty spaces in the Time Lord's head. Too many to count. Most of all, she remembered the way he'd looked at her when he'd been searching for anything that reminded him of Romana. "But he always comes back. Death doesn't stop him."

It hadn't stopped her, either. Losing her life - losing her soul - had set her free.