"We have to go now!" The Doctor yelled and grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her along as he sprinted for the door. "Something is affecting the gravity. It's reversing on itself. The last time that happened I got put on the moo- ARGH!" The Doctor screamed before collapsing onto his knees as gold fire shot down the right side of his head.<br/><br/>"NO! NO! NO! Not now! Not now!" He roared as he collapsed onto one knee, clutching the wound with fury before looking up at Robin and growling. "Leave me. Go. Now!" He said before falling back and collapsing onto the carpet.<br/><br/>Light was beginning to flood through the windows of the house. A grating sound was echoing through the room that sounded metallic and harsh, like the roar from gears of some sort of heavy machinery. Object were beginning to rise into the air and the floor began to fall away from them as gravity reversed completely and sent them hurtling into the ceiling.<br/><br/>The Doctor roared in agony the entire time. The fire was spreading across his body, becoming more aggressive as further memories began to flood into his mind. Memories that astounded him, for they weren't even connected to the memory that had sparked off his partial regeneration in the first place.<br/><br/>"Robin," he groaned and turned his head to face her as they clattered against the ceiling. "I'm sorry."<br/><br/>Everything went white.<br/><br/><div align="center">---</div><br/>The Doctor awoke in one piece. Face down on wooden floor boards that were dusty and smelled of old oak. He rolled onto his back and looked up at an old, battered, ceiling, full of cobwebs and crumbling plaster. The room smelled of dust and aged wood. It tickled the Doctor's nostrils and made him sneeze loudly and sit up with a jolt.<br/><br/>"Worst...afterlife...ever..." he muttered after wiping his nose. "I hope that there's more to this than just old wood. I expect my afterlife to have a jukebox at least," he mumbled before examining himself. He was still dressed in his normal clothes and his tools had not been removed. He was unhurt, but a little grubby from the layer of dust that coated his anorak and trousers.<br/><br/>He looked to one side and found Robin lying next to him, still dressed in shorts and a shirt, but dry and dusty like him. It was almost as if someone had left them to sleep for a thousand years in an empty room they hardly used. The Doctor hoped it wasn't the case.<br/><br/>"Robin, wake up. We're alive," the Doctor spoke. "Wake up. You need to thank me for saving your life. I probably saved your life."