The man's false claw bit his skin, stinging worse than before. He hissed and swiped at him again, then pulled his hand back, staring in horror. It wasn't the Doctor beneath him, but... Agatha. With all too familiar claw marks across her face and throat. Blood dripped from his claws, a silent accusation, and he flung himself backwards with a yelp, cowering against the wall. He hadn't. No no no no no. Tears seeped from his eyes for a moment before he tossed his head back, howling with grief and despair.