"Well, I'm ready for a nice, hot bath!" Martha announced. "Honestly, you two are absolutely useless at earning money."

"It's not my fault that traveling across the galaxy isn't considered a useful skill." The Doctor protested as he leant against the console and shot Terry a wink.

The Time Lady smiled back while Martha scoffed.

"It's definitely not a useful skill when your mode of transport is lost." The companion shook her head as she walked up the steps leading toward the bedrooms.

"You would have thought that after living as long as you have and having been to as many places as you've been, you would have picked up some useful skills. Maybe even actually learnt some first aid befitting of the title of 'doctor'. But no, he can barely open a first aid kit without getting distracted. And don't even think about putting him in a shop; nothing would get sold but everything would get opened only to then be tossed five minutes later when his interest waned. Angel's no better, encouraging his bad behaviour - when she's not running off herself…"

Martha's voice faded away as she disappeared out of sight. Terry laughed while the Doctor chuckled. Shaking her head, Terry walked around the console fondly.

"You'd think from the way she complained that we'd made her work for months or something. Not a couple of days." Terry mused before she patted the Tardis. "Guess not everyone is as patient as you are. You never complain about how much work we put you through, don't you, my girl?"

The Tardis hummed, almost sounding content, while the Doctor smiled. But after a moment, a more serious air settled over the Time Lord and, leaning his forearms against the console, the Doctor tilted his head to look up at Terry.

"You know, there's something I've been wanting to ask you."

"What is it?" Terry asked absently as she peered beneath the Tardis console. She chuckled to herself when she spotted the Doctor's severed hand in its little container, but she paused when the Doctor spoke in a serious voice.

"Hooverville, New York. 1930."

Terry slowly straightened up and looked at the Doctor. He continued to watch her steadily, his brown eyes never moving away from her gold ones.

"How long have you wanted to ask about that?" Terry asked quietly. The Doctor shrugged.

"A while." He paused before continuing. "It was strange. Almost like fate wanted me to forget about the incident. After you disappeared that night, I seemed to only meet you in your earlier days when you had no knowledge of what happened in New York. And then… "

His gaze dropped for only a brief moment.

"Well, then I couldn't remember - not while I was hiding from the Family."

"And then you didn't want to say anything while we were away from the Tardis. Just in case we remained stranded." Terry murmured. The Doctor nodded but he waited. Terry let out a deep sigh.

"I can't explain what happened in Hooverville." As the Doctor opened his mouth to protest, Terry added heavily, "But, I believe the day when you find out is coming."

The Doctor paused, letting Terry continue as she spoke slowly.

"I don't know all of it, myself - not yet. But I think I know when you find out. And if I'm right, you'll know soon enough."

The Doctor digested that bit of information before he asked quietly, "Is what happened in Hooverville related to why your eyes have changed?"

Terry's expression faltered, giving the Doctor the answer he needed. His brows furrowed unhappily but Terry pressed her fingers against the lines that formed.

"Don't worry about it, Doctor. I'm fine." Terry promised. The Doctor caught her hand and kissed the back softly. Terry smiled sadly as the gesture caused something dark in the depths of her mind to stir.

'Daemon…'

"Well then."

Terry broke from her darker thoughts at the Doctor's light voice. She looked up to find him watching her with concerned but warm eyes.

"You know, there's one more place to go." The Doctor continued lightly, his intent clear as he directed their conversation in an entirely different direction. "I was waiting for you to show up again before we went. I thought you'd want to be there."

Terry tilted her head curiously.

"Where is it?"

The Doctor smiled, although it was now tinged with an old sorrow.

"You should go call Martha out of her bath. She'll want to come too."

Terry stood solemnly, unmoving despite the biting wind, and watched the group of humans sitting with their heads bowed in front of the large stone statue. The poppy on her lapel fluttered as a particularly sharp gust of wind swept by, but she ignored it as she scanned the crowd while listening to the vicar read aloud.

"They have no lot in our labour of the day time. They sleep beyond England's foam. They went with songs to the battle-"

As the vicar continued, Terry's eyes finally rested on the figure she sought. An old soldier in a wheelchair near the front right by the War Memorial, dressed in medals that were proof of his valour. But most importantly, he clutched in his hand a very battered, very familiar gold fob watch. Terry's eyes welled despite her best efforts as she looked from the watch to the weathered and wrinkled face. Despite the passing of time, she could still see the features of the boy she'd known if only for a brief moment. But what a moment it had been.

The Doctor wrapped his arm around Terry's waist while Martha leant her head on Terry's as they quietly watched the ceremony progress from a corner of the field, beside the Tardis.

"They were young, straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow. They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted."

Terry saw the old man shift in his wheelchair before he suddenly turned around, as though he could feel eyes on his back. Tim caught sight of them and Terry smiled with him as Tim easily recognized the three faces that were unchanged from his memory from decades ago.

"They fell with their faces to the foe. They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old."

Tim tilted his head slightly in acknowledgement and Terry closed her eyes while the Doctor nodded back from their isolated little place. In her mind's eye, Terry saw Tim as a young man, not much older than when she had seen him last. But war had aged him like he shouldn't have had to: there was a heaviness to his shoulders and a grim setting of his jaw that spoke of many difficulties endured. And yet, the hope in his bright eyes never waned. Not while he clutched the old fob watch, given to him for luck by a man who had seen the same destruction across so much time and space. A man who came out of the storm kinder and more compassionate; a healer.

"Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn."

Terry opened her eyes and looked back at Tim, only to find him watching her steadily. Seeing her looking back at him, Tim smiled and tapped his fob watch before he placed his hand on the hand of the woman sitting beside him. Terry smiled and a tear fell down her cheek after all as she watched Tim's wife turn to look at him, and Terry understood what Tim was trying to tell her. What she hadn't appreciated and he hadn't yet quite understood when they had last bid farewell.

'I understand you now, Terry Storm. The Doctor's Angel… and his hope.'

"At the going down of the sun and in the morning, We will remember them."

Terry was halfway through taking off her coat after removing the poppy that was pinned to her chest, when she was transported out of the warmth of the Tardis… and into the middle of quite literal chaos.

"GRANDAD!" Donna was screaming as she banged on a car door while inside the vehicle, Wilfred tugged on the door handle uselessly.

"It's not opening!" Wilfred cried, lifting his head in despair as the door remained unmoving. In doing so, he realized someone was beside him and he peered at Terry through the thick gas that swirled around inside the car they were trapped in. "Who are you?"

Terry's eyes just widened as she realized what was going on while Donna peered through the smoky windows, trying to check on her grandfather. What she saw just added to her horror.

"Angel!" Donna shouted when she spotted the familiar brunette inside the car with her grandfather, catching the Doctor's attention. Fast.

"Angel?!"

The Doctor ran around from the car bonnet where he'd been trying to switch off the ATMOS inside the Nobles' car. The instant he saw Terry inside the car with Wilfred, the Doctor started pulling on the door closest to Terry. At the same time, he pointed his sonic at the lock in a desperate hope that it would finally, somehow open. It did not.

"Doctor, do something!" Donna yelled, losing her head in her panic as she looked from her grandfather to her friend still trapped inside the family car with poisonous fumes.

"It won't open!" The Doctor shouted back as he put his foot on the side of the car and tried to use brute strength to pull the door off.

"Doctor! The glass!" Terry yelled at him before she coughed as the fog started to make her throat feel dry. She was going to choke soon, she realized. "Doctor!"

Unfortunately, the Doctor couldn't hear her as the alarms on all the nearby cars began to blare all along the street while gas spilled out from every car that had an ATMOS sticker on it. The Doctor raised his head to look around at the increasing chaos, and understanding dawned.

"It's the whole world."

The Doctor looked back at Terry as Wilfred cried from inside the car, his voice becoming weaker by the second. ""Help me! Get me out of here!"

"Doctor!" Terry yelled, although it was starting to come out as a gasp as the air grew thin and the smoke poisoned her. On the other side of the car, Donna fought with the driver's door in a vain attempt to help her grandad.

"I can't… I can't!" The Doctor said in despair and Terry gave him a look of utter disbelief.

"Theta, the window! Break the window!" Terry yelled in his mind as her vision started to blur slightly.

She saw the Doctor's eyes widen in understanding and he whirled around. Next to Terry, Wilfred collapsed as the smoke got to him and he started to choke. Terry covered his mouth with one hand while clamping the other over her own mouth as best as she could while outside, Donna screamed.

"Grandad! Angel!"

"Out of the way!"

Terry heard a woman's firm voice shout before something came down on the windscreen and cracked the glass in front of her. Terry lifted her head to see Donna's mother, Sylvia, wielding an axe. Quickly realizing what was going on, Terry covered Wilfred with her body as Sylvia swung down with her axe again. This time, it smashed through the glass and shattered the whole windshield. Terry grimaced as glass fell all over her but it was much better than the alternative.

"Angel!" The Doctor reached inside for her but Terry pushed Wilfred ahead of her.

"Get him out! Go!" She ordered.

Realizing there was no time to argue, the Doctor helped Wilfred climb through the broken windshield while Donna watched from the side, somewhat stunned.

"You smashed it with an axe." The redhead said numbly. Sylvia shrugged while the Doctor reached into the car to help Terry climb out next.

"Of course."

As the shock wore off, Donna helped her grandfather who seemed still overwhelmed by his near-death experience. Sylvia moved to help her daughter, who was slowly starting to recover her usual self.

"I can't believe you've got an axe." Donna muttered incredulously.

"Burglars!" Sylvia protested indignantly.

Behind the Nobles, the Doctor hugged Terry tightly.

"Are you okay?" He asked frantically. Terry nodded before pushing the Doctor slightly.

"We have to move."

Realizing that Terry was right, the Doctor let go of her but firmly took a hold of Terry's hand as he called after the Nobles.

"Get inside the house. Just try and close off the doors and windows."

"Doctor!"

The Doctor and Terry looked over at the call and Terry just made out a young man in an army uniform driving a black cab toward them through the thick fog.

"This is all I could find that hasn't got ATMOS." Jenkins explained as he stopped just in front of the Time Lords. The young man glanced curiously at Terry for a moment but he was too professional to say anything as the Doctor ran toward the car while calling over his shoulder at their companion.

"Donna, you coming?"

Terry paused in following the Doctor to look back at Donna, who had stopped in her doorway at the Doctor's call. Behind her, Sylvia and Wilfred also paused in making their way safely inside and both looked toward the redhead whose eyes remained on her friends.

"Yeah!" Donna shouted back.

The Doctor nodded and immediately clambered into the cab Jenkins was commandeering, but Terry remained by the car door as she watched the Nobles. Sylvia was quite clearly nothing short of aghast with her daughter's decision even as she tried to convince her daughter, "Don't go. Look what happens every time that Doctor and his girlfriend appears. Stay with us, please."

Terry saw the way Donna hesitated at her mother's words, and she couldn't blame her. Just as she couldn't quite blame Sylvia for worrying about her daughter. Wilfred however knew his granddaughter; knew her better than she had ever known herself until the Doctor and Terry had come into her life and changed everything.

And because he knew her, Wilfred spoke over his daughter, "You go, my darling."

"Dad!" Sylvia exclaimed. But Wilfred was determined as he gently pushed his granddaughter in the direction of the Time Lords.

"Don't listen to her. You go with the Doctor and the Storm girl."

At Wilfred's encouragement, Donna left her protesting mother and dashed after the Time Lords. Terry slid into the cab ahead of the redhead to give her the room to enter, but she could still hear Wilfred shouting after Donna proudly.

"That's my girl!"

Donna slammed the cab door shut behind her as she joined the Doctor and Terry. Jenkins was quick to take off, anxious to stop whatever was happening to their planet. But despite the gravity of the situation, Terry couldn't take her eyes off Sylvia's anxious form just behind Wilfred's proudly waving form. The Nobles quickly disappeared from sight amidst the thick poisonous fog that was settling over the Earth's surface; but instead of the fog, Terry saw something else. And Terry's eyes closed of their own accord as a vision of the future clouded over her sight, replacing the scene of the Nobles standing in their doorway.

"Donna?!"

Wilfred's boisterous tone quickly changed into one of alarm as he stood in the doorway to his family home, shocked by the sight he'd found on his doorstep. The Doctor knelt in the pouring rain, barely able to keep Donna's unconscious body in his arms as he stared up at Wilfred pleadingly.

"Help me." The Doctor begged while Wilfred stared down at his unmoving granddaughter with growing fright. She was so pale, like she had lost all of her vibrancy; so lifeless…

"Donna!"