[Ah picture day. Marta remembered last time. She also remembered that it didn't matter what she did, the pictures seemed like they kept showing up. She was determined not to go look. It wouldn't make things any better or worse.
...
Of course, the boards drew her into them. There was no helping it. Martha made her way over in the late morning. She saw the picture of Mickey and her on her wedding day. Well, that wasn't horrible. And it did seem to be everywhere. And there was one of her family. And one of her and the Doctor flying the TARDIS. None of this was all that bad. As she reached up to unpin one of the ones of the Doctor and her, Martha's eye caught sight of another picture.
A picture of her covered in blood with a gun pointed at her head. A picture of a time she thought she'd gotten over.]