I don't feel like dancing, no sir, no dancing today...
It's been a rough three days for Charlie. He was going to see her, going to see his daughter (and that still confuses and hurts him, that he never knew), and...
It was a little like falling (like Falling?), a little like turning a corner that wasn't there.
And then he was elsewhere (elsewhen?) and the Doctor was... far away. So very, very far, couldn't find him, couldn't find anything or anyone that was familiar.
Three days he spent there, and the separation hurt and kept hurting, with no way back, staring up at the night sky and worrying, because the Doctor would get in some kind of trouble without him, he always seemed to, and Charlie couldn't go to him... Then another nonexistent corner turned, another fall, and he could feel the Doctor again. Close.
He has to find his ward. Has to find out what happened, find ways to put words to this. Because things aren't right. The weather's wrong. When he glanced at a newspaper in passing, the date was wrong. Not three days. Over a month, and how the hell did that happen?
He barely notices the fact that he's lost his security blanket hat somewhere, which ordinarily would be a cause for frantic searching. There are more important things to worry about now.
One very confused and frazzled guardian angel is wandering the streets of Chicago. He'll find the Doctor. He has to. And once he knows his ward is safe, things will start to be okay again, and then he can find Becky, and... Is Becky okay? She's got to be, because she's family, and... He has a family again.
It's been a rough three days, and Charlie Walker is not quite okay.
It was a little like falling (like Falling?), a little like turning a corner that wasn't there.
And then he was elsewhere (elsewhen?) and the Doctor was... far away. So very, very far, couldn't find him, couldn't find anything or anyone that was familiar.
Three days he spent there, and the separation hurt and kept hurting, with no way back, staring up at the night sky and worrying, because the Doctor would get in some kind of trouble without him, he always seemed to, and Charlie couldn't go to him... Then another nonexistent corner turned, another fall, and he could feel the Doctor again. Close.
He has to find his ward. Has to find out what happened, find ways to put words to this. Because things aren't right. The weather's wrong. When he glanced at a newspaper in passing, the date was wrong. Not three days. Over a month, and how the hell did that happen?
He barely notices the fact that he's lost his security blanket hat somewhere, which ordinarily would be a cause for frantic searching. There are more important things to worry about now.
One very confused and frazzled guardian angel is wandering the streets of Chicago. He'll find the Doctor. He has to. And once he knows his ward is safe, things will start to be okay again, and then he can find Becky, and... Is Becky okay? She's got to be, because she's family, and... He has a family again.
It's been a rough three days, and Charlie Walker is not quite okay.