"A room. White." He shakes his head, pained and frustrated. "There was something about it...holding me back. Or the opposite. I don't know." He sighs and a shudder works its way through his body. His mind is still confused. He can remember talking with the TARDIS before he'd briefly woken, but remembering their previous meetings is too much of a strain to recall.

He can feel the pressure of that room even now, how it's pulling at him to lose control. In the distance, the burning city disappears and the two figures, Michael and Gabriel, stand motionless on an endless plain of sand, the moon shining down on two sets of enormous wings. With an effort, he sits down and wraps his arms around his knees, physically trying to contain himself while his mind fights a larger battle.