The tears on her cheeks had started to sting, but she was loathe to shift from John's arms. His repeated reassurances eventually broke the pall of gloom she'd drawn about her and she finally stopped crying. Looking up she sought the truth in his eyes and was reassured to know that he was as much in command of his own memories as she suddenly was.

Eventually, she stood, moving only a small amount away from him. She looked down at the singed photograph. "I've been thinking that the Doctor would be able to help us. He seemed to understand alien technology, so if he's got his memories back too, he may understand the pod. John, we can't stay around here, we've got to find pa'u."