He'd been taking a walk around the TARDIS, Amaryllis cradled in his arms, softly telling her stories about the place. Things she'd need to know, later. And listening to her babble. She was beautiful. And fantastic.
And then there was a man, coming out of the pool. With a knife in one hand. Well, that certainly wasn't needed. "Oi, there. Think you want to put that down, yeah?" He put a protective hand over his daughter's head. He felt a pang of fear unlike anything he'd felt in a long, long time. Having children did things to you.