And our cracking bones make noise...
Martha Jones is pacing the common room, biting her thumb nail and trying to decide where to go to find Des and whether or not, she should take someone with her. She's done about five searches of the basement in the thirty minutes its been she's discovered he wasn't in bed, going so far as up to the lobby and toward the park.
Obviously the smart thing to do is to take someone with her. Or so one would think. However, the last two times she's been outside someone's died, and she has decided that this does not equal good odds. For anyone involved.
If it weren't for the fact that she's afraid something about her is causing people to die lately, she'd already be outside searching (probably alone). Especially since this is Des, who is still recovering from a gun shot wound. The last time he was outside of the hotel, he died and now, she's not there in case something happens, again, and well- It's not good. Not good at all.
She sucks in a sharp breath and heads out of the common room, not quite sure yet if she's going to do another search or just leave.
Obviously the smart thing to do is to take someone with her. Or so one would think. However, the last two times she's been outside someone's died, and she has decided that this does not equal good odds. For anyone involved.
If it weren't for the fact that she's afraid something about her is causing people to die lately, she'd already be outside searching (probably alone). Especially since this is Des, who is still recovering from a gun shot wound. The last time he was outside of the hotel, he died and now, she's not there in case something happens, again, and well- It's not good. Not good at all.
She sucks in a sharp breath and heads out of the common room, not quite sure yet if she's going to do another search or just leave.