Written for dw100's 'Across the Universe' challenge. 5 April 2005.

Dedicated to Bex.

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I. They slither while they pass, they slip away

It’s too soon! I’m just getting used to this!

He’d fought for a long time, clinging to that thought, but now he had to give up. He closed his eyes and felt himself falling out of reach.

II. Nothing’s gonna change my world

Her mind flinched away every time she tried to consider the idea of the Doctor dead. (Mercifully subconscious was the horrible irony of being years and light-years from home in a time-and-space machine with no pilot.)

She hummed a tune, to keep from crying and to soothe him, but fell silent when she remembered the words. And then she realised he wasn’t breathing.

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