
Dunwich Beach - Dunwich, England
3:47 PM - Thursday, September 5, 1985
Raymond bled out on the floor of Horsham's shack. "Kate..." he murmured as his life deserted him, memories of his friend and colleague Kate Warne, the first Pinkerton woman, coming to the forefront. He hadn't seen her since 1861, but she had meant a lot to him. A similar thing had happened to him back then to separate him from her, and it had been a shotgun then too. The police and Horsham had already left him for dead, thinking that nobody could have survived those wounds. And they would have been right...had he been human.
Raymond's face became consumed with a bright glow as the regeneration process began. His mind shattered, overwhelmed with despair at being unable to save his friends or his favorite planet, or to ever see Gallifrey again. The knowledge tormented him, and everything went silent. The glow intensified, though he could not see it. By the time it faded, he was a new man. He sat upright and felt his face.
"Feels nice," he said, but he could not hear his own voice.
He looked down and saw his bloody, hopelessly shredded shirt, which he discarded. His chest was undamaged, the wounds from both the spear and the shotgun blast having already healed entirely.