Johnny whips around violently, tension snapping back, abruptly freed from the weight and pressure of his latest tormenter. He's - on a bed? No, still a boat. A bed in a boat. His flailing causes it to rock a bit as he turns to see, mercifully, Gabriel, and not just Gabriel but the TARDIS as well, sitting close to him, holding his hand in fact. What? What?

Doesn't matter, he's so overcome with fucking relief to see them both.

"Oh thank god," he says, his voice choked and trembling, as he scrambles towards them, desperate for contact. "Gabriel."