A row or two behind the TARDIS sat a sickened Donna Noble, a hand over her mouth. Of course, she had no idea it was the TARDIS at all, nor was she really acknowledging anyone around her. Her eyes were fixed on the area where the barrier had been and gone. Two people she'd sort of become friends with--or at least she thought she could be friends with in Robespierre's case--and they were forced to fight? Just like that? What sort of place was the Plane becoming?

"He's...he's just gone?" she asked softly out loud, tears silently streaming down her cheeks. "But there's no..." she trailed off, unable to say 'blood'. Her stomach churned at the thought. "He can't be. He can't!"