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tampered2009-01-26 10:04 pm
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Log; Complete
When; January 26th, evening
Rating; PG-13
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lady_wandering and sciencegeekchic
Summary; Two old friends are catching up.
Log;
She stands in the center of what once had been her own room. As a courtesy, the Doctor had given it back to her for her stay with him, but she could tell it had been a long time since anyone had lived inside. There had been no dust, no decay to be seen, but the air had felt aged and the Doctor's eyes appeared to hide terribly old memories.
She paces the room and wonders again exactly how LONG it had been since the last time he'd spoken to her, or more accurately, the last time before this strange world.
She rearranges her brushes and combs on the dresser stand and thinks again about this world she's landed in. She doesn't like it. There are so many things that logic can't explain and reason can't define, it makes her uneasy. Afraid. She hates to feel afraid.
She looks at the door uneasily. He had given her the day to adjust and pull together some items from the TARDIS' storage and clothing rooms, but she knew he would arrive soon. He'd said they needed to talk, that there were things he needed to tell her.
There was a soft knock on her door, and suddenly she wasn't sure she wanted to listen.
Rating; PG-13
Characters;
lady_wandering and sciencegeekchic Summary; Two old friends are catching up.
Log;
She stands in the center of what once had been her own room. As a courtesy, the Doctor had given it back to her for her stay with him, but she could tell it had been a long time since anyone had lived inside. There had been no dust, no decay to be seen, but the air had felt aged and the Doctor's eyes appeared to hide terribly old memories.
She paces the room and wonders again exactly how LONG it had been since the last time he'd spoken to her, or more accurately, the last time before this strange world.
She rearranges her brushes and combs on the dresser stand and thinks again about this world she's landed in. She doesn't like it. There are so many things that logic can't explain and reason can't define, it makes her uneasy. Afraid. She hates to feel afraid.
She looks at the door uneasily. He had given her the day to adjust and pull together some items from the TARDIS' storage and clothing rooms, but she knew he would arrive soon. He'd said they needed to talk, that there were things he needed to tell her.
There was a soft knock on her door, and suddenly she wasn't sure she wanted to listen.