The scene shifts, and Gabriel steps back as the threatening angels disappear, replaced by laser fire and burning buildings.

"Is this what you're holding onto? This moment?" He looks up into the sky, watching the horrible wound blossoming there. For a few moments, he's as frozen as she is by the sight. He can feel her terror, and he can't believe that given the scope of time, that this is what she'd choose to hold onto. This has to be something else. A memory. Something.

He makes his way back to her, and sets his hand on her shoulder. Without his own nightmare present, he's able to calm himself down a little, but his heart is still racing. "TARDIS? We have to go."