"Hey, what's your ugly mug doing here?"
"Besides saving your bleedin' ass? Thought I'd pick some pretty flowers."
That brought a grin to Ace Visconti's face. Which was good. It was something to think about other than the chrome meat hook protruding from his shoulder. But the grin faded as Ace came crashing back down to reality.
"He's coming back," he warned David.
"Who cares? No one left behind, mate. You know that."
David grunted as he pulled his friend off the hook, while out of the corner of his eye, he saw the Doctor angrily marching toward them with a crackling fist raised high.
"Meg's waiting for you behind the boat, go!" he shouted over his shoulder as he ran straight at the Doctor.