What if your avatar met the avatar above?

I decide for myself. I know what's best for me, to keep you all in there, until we have returned.
 
*a bald man wearing a coat and top hat suddenly appears behind the Doctor*

Hello, Time Lord. Do not be afraid. I mean you no harm...yet. Your actions are disrupting the timeline. I highly suggest you release your captives. If you do not, I will release them for you, and I will ensure you are forever remembered as the incarnation that destroyed Gallifrey. Is that what you want?

*the twelve women stare in shock at this turn of events*
 
So, Mr. Windmark. How can I trust you? You come out of nowhere asking me to release these murderers, forcing me to stop my work to save everyone, and ultimately putting ourselves in danger?
 
I'll show you. *places his hand on War Doctor's shoulder, teleporting him away, showing him the future if he continues on his current path. War Doctor sees that the cosmos is desolate. The war he sought to end did end, but few are left alive, and of those few, many revile the Time Lords as the cause. Windmark then teleports the War Doctor back to the TARDIS*

Do you understand? The actions of a handful of humans is meaningless in the grand scheme of things, but the impact of yours is devastating.
 
You played a good game, Mr. Windmark. But I'm afraid there's one crucial point that you never seemed to notice. That timeline had timelords. After I am finished, and we've returned to our universe, there will be no timelords. Just one timelord.
 
Best of luck, Doctor. *teleports away. A few seconds later, he and six other bald men in coats appear alongside the imprisoned women. The women grab hold of these men, and they all vanish.*
 
As far as I know, since they've gone and left us, it's just Me, the teddy bear, Meiko, and the red and black man there. But don't fret.

*War Doctor pulls a lever*

We won't be here for long.
 
*cackles sadistically*

this is ALL fake, none of this is real, its all an illusion, an illusion this mad man has pulled out of his box, its all fake
its all fake.....
all fake................

hell, he's probably holding us here, while he hides from this, this war he speaks of!

*collapses on knees*

who really are you, you mad man with a box?
 
Calm....yourself.....I'm....almost..........FINISHED!!

*The War Doctor jumps up to the console. He pulls a multitude of levers, which forces the TARDIS to shake maniacly, engulfing everything in a blue light. The TARDIS makes grinding, groaning noises*

Come on, old girl, you can do it!

*Suddenly, the blue light turns red, and the TARDIS cloister bell is heard throughout the ship. The TARDIS begins to lift off the ground, carrying everyone in it, and knocking them all from side to side. With a short two second interval of silence, the TARDIS suddenly shoots up into the sky. The War Doctor holds on tight, with some of the TARDIS falling down all around them. The simulation in the TARDIS holodeck where Monobear and the others were being held, malfunctions and ceases to run. All of the trophies fall off their pedestals and onto the floor in the trophy room.

The TARDIS flies into a strange red time vortex, and gets hit by electrical storms on the way, bumping the TARDIS several times. The TARDIS finally flies straight through the time vortex, arriving in the midst of a battle against the forces of Gallifrey and Skaro. The War Doctor manages to narrowly avoid being blasted by Dalek Technology. The War Doctor pushes a few buttons, and a steering wheel emerges from the console. The War Doctor grasps it, and the screen shows a view of what is going on outside.*

Hold on! I'm going to manually pilot the tardis now! Steady...steady....

*The War Doctor steadily pilots the TARDIS through the battlefield, flying through hundreds of thousands of ships and war fleets, and landing the TARDIS on a planet four light years away.*

We did it...we've made it back to the universe...