As Sexy sweeps her mind around the edges of his own; she will feel a great sense of loss but who is the question.

The rain; the little Ten notices of it; feels like he's in a Salvador Dalí painting. With each passing drop; the world is melting and becoming duller. Almost if it were possible that the rain is washing away the colours.

However, it's really Ten and him slowly losing sight of the beauty in simple things.

Then stands up and starts to walk away and pauses; "I can't help you."

His mind doesn't want to do timey wimey wibbly wobblyness. Figuring out who this is out of order.