There she was. My angel, in a puddle of filth. She was warm, but dead.

The Master hadn't even drained her. She wasn't good enough for him? What was up with that?

Staying on task. She's dead.

Shit, I wish I knew CPR.

"You have to do it. I have no breath." I told the kid. He believed me. He saved her. I should be the one there. Isn't making out with corpses more of my thing?

Staying on task. She's alive.

Well, that was interesting. I should really learn CPR.