Fire spewed everywhere from the sky, the ground, the very air burned
Fire spewed everywhere – from the sky, the ground, the very air burned. So many lives, such potential – in a moment, gone. His fault, he knew, and nothing could be done. He should go, leave the timeline to its ruin, stop interfering, let it go. Only he – and Donna would know. He set coordinates to leave, but he hardly estimated the power of her tears, and he knew she'd be a constant reminder of his failure to save even one. Then, he'd likely lose her too, and he'd had quite enough of that. He reached back into the fire, without regret.