The sound of a gunshot rang out. Suddenly, Rose Tyler was standing off to the side of Sam and Leopold, feet planted, knees bent, Boswell aimed at the second shadow.

Well, this was nice. She wasn't dead, after all. The real question, though, was whether or not she'd woken up.

The blonde looked toward Sam, but darted instead to Leopold, who seemed to need her more. Rose dropped to her knees by the Duke. She swallowed hard, trying not to react poorly to the amount of blood. The last thing Leo needed was someone screaming over his obviously awful wounds.

"Can't leave ya alone for a second, can I?"