Martha shuts her mouth finally. She doesn't know what to say, but she's exasperated beyond belief. She's sorry for him, she really is. But that doesn't mean her feelings are any less real or she's any less upset that she's stuck here.

"What's there to dwell on?" she finally chokes out. "I never had a chance to see the outcome thus the only thing I can dwell on is uncertainty and that never helped anyone.."

The footsteps get louder, and as they do, so do the drums in her head. Those blasted drums. And then the unmistakeable "Well Miss Jones. We meet again."

She tries to harden herself. Tries to not show the Doctor how very scared she actually is to see him of all people. But her eyes don't lie as she turns to face her nightmare.

"You're not welcome here Saxon. Fuck off."