Drowning
The rain fell down into the night.
Down on the Doctor, who huddled beside a tree, clutching the trunk as though it was the last remaining port in a sinking world.
The rain almost drowned out the sound of distant screams.
And the Doctor was shivering violently, deep trembles wracking his body. He didn't know if it was from the frigid night air or from the faces that kept searing themselves into the darkness of his mind every time he closed his eyes.
Faces that screamed out DEAD and FAILED…
The rain couldn't drown out this kind of scream.
And he felt as if he were drowning.
Drowning beneath the tears of the dead.