The impact from the explosion knocked the breath from Father Octavian's lungs as his body slammed to the ground. Dirt and debris showered over the Bishop as bombs continued to explode in the field where he lay. Gasping for air he covered his face as best he could. He rolled over on his side and cried out as a burning pain shot through his chest and right shoulder. Father Octavian's vision blurred. He blinked repeatedly to clear his vision and brushed away the blood pouring down his face and into his eyes from a minor scalp wound. To his horror he witnessed British troops being obliterated by bombs raining down upon the exposed soldiers. The ground beneath the priest shook violently with each blast. Father Octavian never felt so helpless as he watched brave men being torn to pieces by the shells from the enemy's cannons. He was sickened by the devastation and wondered why these soldiers had no air or ground support.

Moments later the bombing raid finally came to an end. The Bishop managed to get an elbow under him and tried to sit up. He felt dizzy, leaned over and vomited. He struggled and finally managed to get to his knees but the world began to spin around him. He squinted and drew sharp breaths to clear his head, but his eyes rolled back into his head and the priest fell back unconscious.

"...a needle in a haystack," the Doctor had heard River say.

"A needle that looks like hay. A haylike needle of death. A haylike needle of death in a haystack," the Doctor mumbled.

River turned to look at the Doctor, shocked to hear him speak the exact words he had uttered in the Maze of the Dead. "What did you say?"

"What? Oh, I was just wondering if you're here on your own. Where's the rest of your team?" The Doctor asked.

"I don't need anyone else. I have you. I told them you're equivalent to an army, so, it's just the two of us."

The Doctor snorted but his smile soon faded as he looked up at the dark rain clouds above the city of London. He sighed and mumbled sadly to himself. "This was such a dark and heartbreaking time in earth's history."

"Yes, it was. Come, Doctor, I want to show you something," River said and led the Doctor to the front of an abandoned warehouse. "This warehouse is Father Octavian and his clerics last known location. We have no idea what happened to them from here."

The Doctor looked over at River. "You know they won't be in there."

"Yes, I know. I just thought maybe we could find something, a clue as to what happened."

The Doctor tried the door and found it locked. He used the sonic screwdriver and opened the metal door.

"I sure love it when you use the sonic screwdriver," River said mischievously and followed the Doctor into the abandoned building.

As the Doctor and River entered the poorly lit structure, River turned her light on.

"I can do better than that," the Doctor said and used his sonic screwdriver on the electrical panel. A moment later he flipped the old switch and light overcame the darkness.

Father Octavian heard a voice in the distance. Someone was speaking to him, calling out his name. He fought to open his eyes as pain of which he had never known before assaulted his body. The Bishop opened his eyes and looked into the face of one of his clerics kneeling over him.

"David?" Father Octavian whispered in agony.

"Yes, sir. It's me."

"What? David?" Father Octavian blinked dazedly up at the young cleric.

"Yes, Sir. Can't you hear me?"

"There is a loud ringing in my ears," the Bishop said. "Are you alone? Where are the rest of the men?"

"I'm not alone, Sir. Christian and Angelo are here with me. I'm sorry, Sir, we found Bob. He's dead, Sir. We don't know where the others are."

Father Octavian turned his head, squinted and blinked repeatedly to clear his blurred vision. Finally his eyes focused on the other two clerics. "Are you all right?"

"We're fine, Sir," Angelo answered, worried. "But you've been badly injured. We have to get you out of here."

"Where exactly are we?" Father Octavian croaked.

"We have no idea, Sir. We have no memory of how we got here," David said.

"Nor do I. How did you find me?"

"After the raid I found Christian and Angelo. We searched the area for the others and found only you, alive."

"The wounded…we must help them," Father Octavian said firmly.

"We would, Sir, only we didn't find any…as far as we can tell they're all dead," David said choking back a sob.

"Then go back and check again. We will not leave anyone behind."

"Sir, I repeat, we have to get out of here! Now that the bombing has stopped the ground troops will be here soon. We don't have much time!" Angelo insisted.

Father Octavian swallowed hard and nodded. He knew Angelo was right.

"Sir, we're going to lift you up now," Christian said.

Father Octavian prepared himself mentally for the stabbing pain that would certainly shoot through his injured chest and shoulder as Angelo and Christian lifted him to his feet. The Bishop gritted his teeth and bit down on his lip, and as hard as he tried not to complain, a groan escaped his lips as the two clerics placed their shoulders under his arms and wrapped their arms around his torso.

"David, you're on point," Father Octavian ordered.

"Which way, Sir?" David asked anxiously.

Father Octavian smiled. "Pray and let God lead you."

The clerics carried the semi-conscious bishop down a wooded path as the rain clouds burst open. Suddenly, David brought his hand up, signaling the clerics to stop. He pointed toward an old house located several hundred yards from where they stood. Christian and Angelo laid Father Octavian gently on the ground and rushed to David's side.

"Do you think it's abandoned?" David asked.

"There's only one way to find out," Christian answered. "Stay with the Bishop. We'll be right back."