I'm sorry, the Doctor murmured shakily, although he hardly knew why. Maybe it was just a need to keep concrete words between them. Outside of himself he was looking at Cayce, huddled on the floor, Kira holding her. A small, very childish part of him wanted to ignore it -she doesn't like you, anyway- but he was pretty close to the same point himself -might have been there with her, if not for his ability to sort this mess on many different levels of thought- and then the Master made that comment and he echoed it aloud without realizing.

"We anchored Time." He laid a hand softly on Cayce's hair. "We need to stop," he said quietly. "Stop, and breathe, and take a step back. This was a brilliant group, all of us, and we're falling apart at the seams."

He took a deep breath, but he wasn't quite ready to dictate anymore. Not just then. Not when his hearts were long gone from this place and up -where they belonged- above, with his people.