It starts with the feeding of ducklings...
Where: By the pond
When: Thursday afternoon (backdated)
Who: Clarice Ferguson and...
Rating: N for Nightmare
Clarice was worried. She couldn't stop thinking about Bod's visit to the bakery the day before. She'd been afraid for Bod when he hadn't been sleeping, when he'd been too tired to see straight, but she wasn't sure that this new, energetic, almost manic Bod was reassuring. When she got home she'd journal the Doctor. That was all she really could do - she'd tried to get Bod to talk to her, to help her figure out what was going on with him, but it had been a lost cause. So she had to hope the Doctor could help.
Tossing the last few scraps of bread to the ducks eagerly crowding around the shore, she watched them squabble for a minute, arms wrapped around her knees. Then she straightened and slowly turned to head for home.
When: Thursday afternoon (backdated)
Who: Clarice Ferguson and...
Rating: N for Nightmare
Clarice was worried. She couldn't stop thinking about Bod's visit to the bakery the day before. She'd been afraid for Bod when he hadn't been sleeping, when he'd been too tired to see straight, but she wasn't sure that this new, energetic, almost manic Bod was reassuring. When she got home she'd journal the Doctor. That was all she really could do - she'd tried to get Bod to talk to her, to help her figure out what was going on with him, but it had been a lost cause. So she had to hope the Doctor could help.
Tossing the last few scraps of bread to the ducks eagerly crowding around the shore, she watched them squabble for a minute, arms wrapped around her knees. Then she straightened and slowly turned to head for home.