Uh, what? Mark Twain's birthday, that sounded like fun. Daniel watched, bemused, as the Doctor decided to take a spontaneous flying lesson. He was a lot less amused when that flying lesson ended up including him and the cloned Doctor.

Daniel hit the ground hard, just as the world exploded overhead. The impact ended up doing the trick, rudely jogging him out of the daze and back into the real world, just in time to get doused with ash and soot. The archaeologist suddenly looked a lot like he'd just been caught in a snowstorm, or maybe some archaeological find at Pompeii. He sneezed. Then he sneezed again and again and again...

"Wha... What just happened?" Daniel asked when he finally could again, inching towards the shelter. He could remember all those images before, all the emotions and smells too, as if they'd been his own. But as interesting as the experience was, it was also too much at once. He didn't want to go through it again. The New Doctor didn't seem to notice, too busy being astonished at how frail humans apparently were.

Picked up so many? Going through them all? "What are you talking about?"