"You didn't need that responsibility," the Doctor said. He felt time flow around him with his movements, the universe set back to where it needed to be.

He fell back onto the ground, looking up at the beautiful pink sky. Like candy floss, the Doctor very nearly imagined he could reach up and snatch some. Just the sort of place he would've liked to have been, if he hadn't just fled a huge, pink Nightmare. One he very nearly didn't escape. One he very nearly dragged Jack into.

They should've stayed away. The Doctor should've made sure they did.

"Four times," the Doctor breathed.