Soft gasps gurgled through the earpiece in Amy's ear as she lay on her abdomen in the back of the escape pod. Her armour charred; cracked. The fingers on both of her hands twitched uncontrollably. Worryingly, Amy only felt a deafening numbness below her waist. "I c-can't shut it off," she whispered. "Please, someone shut if off. I don't want to listen anymore." Still the dying mewls echoed in her skull. "Make it stop, make it stop, make it stop," she repeated. The sobs came harder and faster. "This isn't fair!" She shouted. "He doesn't deserve to go like this! I don't deserve this!"