[a sharp gasp is recorded, followed by a stumble; a hoarse, breathless voice]
What...no...
[his breathing becomes heavy and quick, and there's a dull thump as he knees hit the ground]
I can't stay here...too much...saw...
[murmurs, oblivious of the journal on the console; a rustling of clothes as he rises, unsteadily, and faltering footsteps; the smooth, aloof sound of the TARDIS doors opening]
I can't - this isn't right, everything, everything is...
[his voice is more distant now, steadily rising]
Why won't it stop.
[another stumble, the sound of fabric sliding down a wall]
I have to think, I have too...no, no, it's as if it's all...have to...why can't I...
((And Five's
first loss is go!))