She surveyed the impossible climb, shielding her eyes from the sun and taking note of this, the sun politely sidled out of her line of sight. OK, thought Anji, fine. No problem. Something else to think about dealing with later.

Streaky had felt, during that awful moment at the graveside, that there was no hope for the future. But the future had arrived all the same, and it was not so frightening after all.

‘See? The whole world’s gone to Hell. Too late to stop it. So, what’s the point in trying?’

‘There’s always a point,’ said the Doctor softly.