"I can't get up there! Fred!" Jackson shouted at his son.
"They've finished with the motor. It's going to blow up," the Doctor said.
"What are we going to do, Doctor?! What are we going to do?!"
"Come on, Jackson." The Doctor pulled out the cutlass and wrapped his arm around a rope. "You know me!" He cut the rope with the sword and the weight on the other end pulled him up to the platform. He stepped on and approached Frederic. "Oh, that's it. Hello!" He pulled Frederic onto his back. "Now, hold on tight. Don't let go." He ran off the edge and flew through the air as the platform burned behind them. He flew through the fire and smoke and landed in front of Jackson. He handed Jackson his son. "Merry Christmas!"
Jackson wept as he hugged his son tight.
"Jackson, you've got your son. You've got a reason to live," the Doctor said.
"And you haven't?" Jackson questioned.
They just looked at each other.
"God save you, Doctor," Jackson said.
The Doctor jumped into the air and flew above the buildings. He dove toward Jackson's house and ran into the stables. He shuffled through the trunks, looking for more infostamps.
