[ He had to try, he always does. But they never listen, they're always so brave, so much more than he's ever been, so much better. Caitlyn's good at this, too good, always eager to help, one of the bravest he's known. She doesn't hesitate, she won't be stopped when it means helping others.

Frustrating, this dear friend of his, and he adores her. She's also incredibly brilliant, drawing the attention of the corpses in their direction. The more they can attract over towards them, the better. Of course, they'll have to act quickly to lead them further away from innocent villagers, but he trusts they can manage it. They've made a great team before, after all. So the Doctor picks up another rock and throws it another corpse. He can't help putting himself a bit in front of Caitlyn, one small measure of protection, but under his breath, he whispers to her. ]

When they come close, back up against the wall with me and don't move. Not a single inch. Stop breathing, in fact. Well, don't. But...breathe carefully.

[ They won't have much time, but the undead's eyesight isn't the best, either. As they draw near, the Doctor presses back against the closest wall, desperately hoping that Caitlyn follows suit, while he pulls a pocket watch loose and uses it to reflect the moonlight off its surface, trying to disorient the corpses as they move perilously close to them. ]