A Hard Day's Night

((That's 600,000. In other words, not enough to clash.))

The blast now had 1,275,000 ki, heading at Makoto.

As the ki hit Makoto it finally broke what was left of his connection to the universe and he began to flicker until he was erased from the universe completely.

The smoke cleared and Artik, powering down, realised what he had down. He ran to the fading Makoto, screaming, for Cyril, for anyone. "Makoto," he whispered, kneeling, crying, "I... I'm so... I'm so sorry."

Cyril re-appeared over Artik's shoulder. He said nothing. There was nothing to be said.

Artik smacked himself in the forehead, "Ohhhh, I am so STUPIF." He grabbed Cyril, threw him in the TARDIS, and cranked several levers.

Their struggle was pointless as Makoto had been erased from the timeline completely. They would not find him nomatter where or when they went.

"What are we doing Artik?"