(A/N: Spoilers for Doctor Who up to 'Planet of the Dead' and Torchwood: Children of Earth)

Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who.

Dominoes

Prologue

He went forwards and backwards.

Up and down.

He didn't move. He never moved. Still the same streaks of light around him. He could draw all of it with his eyes closed. If he could move his hands.

Hands, plans, clans.

His clan was gone now.

But they were still here, lingering. Taunting. He hated them. He loved them.

He hated hating them because he loved them.

All because of him.

It was the pity that made it worse.

Worse, hearse, curse.

A curse that he had put on him with nothing but an apology. The pity in those dead eyes… it was enough to drive him mad.

Mad, bad, sad.

It was the sadness that had him now. It would be the anger again, soon. These things had rhythms. They tended to loop back on themselves.

The irony.

He went forwards and backwards.

Up and down.

He moved.