Seven thumped Avon's shoulder, both in support and consolation, and started to guide him through to the infirmary. The set up was that bizarre mix of futuristic and levers. The machine was odd that way.

"Lay down on the bed," he motioned to the one in the centre of the room with a scanner over it. "While you're out, I'll clean out some of these nanobots and keep an eye on his condition. If he starts spiralling down, I'm pulling you out."

No matter what Avon might think, the Doctor saw no use in losing two lives today.