He wasn't sure how much time had passed. He had lost his grasp on the thread of time what felt like ages ago. This would have been more disconcerting to him, had he not been so distracted by the overwhelming pain he felt. At the moment, he was most aware of the way he seemed to be choking on his own blood and the feel of his blood leaking from his too-warm torso. Somewhere nearby (he hadn't the awareness to care which direction) he heard a familiar female voice muttering.

He was sure he ought to recognize the voice, but his thoughts were too disconnected to do any more than vaguely listen as the voice muttered on and on… "…this isn't possible, it's not! They said it was a fixed point, it couldn't be changed… they said so! But this isn't Utah; this isn't the lake, so this can't be happening! It can't. It's not possible. Even the doctor said you can't change a fixed point. It's not possible… it's just… it's not-"

He lost focus of the voice again, as it got harder and harder to breathe. The girl sounded so distraught, he wanted to help her, whoever it was. An image of a small girl with red hair came to mind, though he knew the voice was too mature for the picture of a girl who couldn't be more than 7 or 8 years old. Still, he was the Doctor, the one who made people better. He had to help, whoever it was. And he would, he decided… just… he needed to… rest a moment. He was so tired… in so much pain… Just wanted… to… close his…eyes… Just… a… mom…ent…