I live only to see you live to regret... everything that you've done.

[smithnjones]

It's time.

It's time to walk out and face the Master, finally. A year has gone by since she left and she's finally come full circle, back to where she started, but she's different now. She's strong and she's ready. The trip across the United States when everyone knew her, knew that she was coming and saved food for her helped her to gain much of the weight she'd lost back. She's still too skinny, but nothing like the skeleton she once was.

She is not afraid. This year has taught her that there is nothing to fear. Not the Master. Not even death.

So even if he kills her the very moment she opens up the door and steps on to the street, she doesn't care. She's ready to die. She's done what she set out to do so if it's going to work, it's going to work... and if it's not, it's not. It doesn't matter anymore if she lives or dies.

She did it.

Martha takes in a breath, feeling the eyes of so many people on her, looking up to her. Saint Martha Jones.

She opens up the door... and walks into the Inn.