Being suddenly back in Asgard is a bit disorienting. One moment he's watching the Master snatching Molly away. The next, he's standing in the street in Asgard, hit by the chilly early morning breeze. No Master. No Daleks. Just this strange city and it's interminable war.

He wanders a bit to get his bearings, only to find Ril, standing in the middle of the road with her clothes and hair whipping around her. She looks...wrong. Something happened, he's sure of it. She looks hollow somehow. It's enough to speed up his steps until he's right in front of her, carefully resting his hands on her arms.

"...Ril?"