Alex felt the pain ripping through her skull. Shards of metal drove deep into her brain as the cold flooded over her body again. Layton was gone but she was back lying in the filthy docks of 2008, her head was screaming but she heard shouts through the melee of her own mind. Molly.

"Mum!" Molly reached down and grabbed her Mother's hand. Alex closed her eyes, it was time. She could have gone in a flash of light in 1981 with her psychotic Father- she was thankful for the small mercy of dying with her daughter by her side, even if the man she now realised she was in love with was decades or minutes into her past- she couldn't tell anymore.

Her breathing slowed, she felt light as air. The drilling intensity of the noise ceased and she heard that song again.

"So, when the day comes to settle down,

Who's to blame if you're not around?

You took the long way home."

And so Alex Drake died in the grimy London docks of 2008 at the hand of Arthur Layton as she had always been intended to go.