Tempus struggled with My Slayer, the flux creation grabbing at the Doctor's throat, squeezing tightly. He trusted Seeker would get them out of this. He trusted she could make it all stop. He just had to give her the time she needed.
The flux around the portal wobbled and moved more franticly until it suddenly stopped. It become still in the air. All she had to do now was dismiss it, return it to the universe, and it was done. Or take it into herself. Either way, the image of Slayer was starting to break apart.