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He's spinning.
Falling.
There's fire. His plane, the one he's had since his arrival in Britain not long ago, is crumbling around him.
"Man down!" he calls out, but only static answers, "Somebody cover George! Jerry heading from below, two o'clock!"
The Jerry begins firing at George's plane, and George suddenly moves out of the way.
"Man down!" he calls out again, "My engine got hit."
Falling.
"George? Jimmy? Charles?"
Faster. Faster.
"Nick? Fred? Anyone?"
Faster, until falling at a constant speed.
"Hello? Anyone?"
Dead upon impact.
The next day, Jack Harkness doesn't register. A few months later, he does.