There's a fire on the lower level of the control room, her console is gutted, wiring and organic material spilling from cracked panels, the time rotor silent and dark, and someone's calling to her... Someone important, she realizes, even as she struggles to focus. With a groan, a largely unused system flickers awake and the unsteady holographic image of a man appears by the console, blond and athletic, his features as unclear as the echo of sweeping wings at his back.

"TARDIS voice-visual interface," he intones but suddenly she knows, she knows, her mind twitching forward, eager for the contact for just a moment before she not only knows but also remembers, and then she shoves him away angrily. The image dissolves into one that fits this encounter much better, blue dress and brown curls and pale as a ghost. Betrayal taints the toxic air and her features. "Gabriel? Did you do this to me?"