She stared at the empty sidewalk. It was the Doctor. The Doctor dying.
Which meant the next time she saw him–if she did–he'd have another face.
"Mum?" Luke asked.
Sarah Jane held up a finger and shook her head. "Later." She walked past him, into the house and up into the attic. She knew what was coming for him…she'd seen it before. But then she'd been younger, waiting for him to come back from Metabelis 3, not expecting him to die.
She walked over and locked the door. Didn't want to see anyone now, not even Luke. Sarah Jane pulled a blanket out of the closet and wrapped it around herself. Somewhere across the universe, the Doctor was dying again, and she was cold.