Okay. Well, at least at first the surroundings seem slightly less creepy than usual, except for the screaming, of course.
Then Sara notices that Christ is apparently not so serenely resigned to having been crucified. He struggles, and blood drips down the cross as if in slow-motion, and Dr. Sara is, well... horrified.
"They're moving..." And since she is NOT insane, she backs up towards a pew and stays AWAY from the statues, staring instead at the stained glass, unlike a certain Doctor. He seems like he knows what he's doing (and doesn't he always?), but he maybe doesn't see the other statue slowly and jerkily reaching out towards him with cold marble fingers, stretching with clearly unfriendly intent.
He gives a sort of half a laugh. "They certainly are!" He always knows what he's doing, even when he doesn't. It's a little quirk of his, among a great many.
He gives one of the statues a tiny thwap and a firm "No," with a scowl before turning to peer at the stained glass with the other certain doctor. "That is amazing. I wonder how they do that." Peeeer. Yes, doctor, totally get closer.
"I don't... I don't think any of this is... possible." Yes, that is her Medical Opinion. Not that she knows jack squat about animatronics or puppetry or what-have-you, but normally stained glass windows don't bleed.
And... yes, it appears to indeed be shaking. There is... maybe something inside of it. Sara... does not want to go find out what it is. But then again, maybe she does, because she seems to be going near it! Probably a bad plan!
"Ohhh, I wouldn't say that. Anything is certainly possible." Especially if you have your...towe...no, wait. "I don't think we'll find the way out through there," he says.
Not that he doesn't go right over to look at the box as well. That is one rusty and bloody lock, that is.
Dr. Sara takes one or two more steps, and when she's about five feet away, the box just... stops. No more shaking or moving, no sound at all. It just gives up.
Sara looks at the Doctor, sufficiently freaked out. "Let's get the hell out of here." And then Mary reaches out and grabs poor Sara, yanking her backwards. Shit!
Uh oh. That is the Doctor's ANGRY face, it is! "Excuse me! Let her go, you let her go right now." And he's grabbing for poor Sara as well, because apparently it's tug of war with religious icons o'clock.
Sara, in between the terrified hollers, is trying her damnedest to reach out to the Doctor, but having marble hands squeezing that burn you just got is uh, really not all that soothing.
"Put her down!" When the Doctor gets angry, he gets ANGRY. He even picks up the prayer box and THWUNKS at the statue with it. He is going to hell in seven hundred different ways, but hopefully this will allow him to extricate Sara from CRAZY VIRGIN MARY STATUE.
And with that, Crazy Virgin Mary's arm breaks off and falls to the ground, shattering into pieces (of nothing but marble, it should be mentioned, no clockwork or anything inside), and Sara is able to break free. Yay! Sara's kind of... you know, traumatized, but also impressed! The Doctor doesn't... really seem to be afraid of anything.
Huh. Have to remember that.
"Can we leave now?" This is Sara BEGGING you, Doctor. She's not so much caring how clever the moving statues are anymore.
Oh, that's simply not true. He is plenty afraid. He's just...not so much keen on showing it all the time. "Yes. Let's..." he eyes the marble bits and lack of clockwork for a split second. "Let's get out of here now.
At least there aren't any Daleks. And he will, of course, run. And he will run right through that door and right into what appears to be a security room and nearly go careening into the desk, because hey. Where did Sara go? Seriously, she was just here and holding his hand and now he's alone!
Turning to leave and retrieve her, because at this point he will work under the assumption that he somehow managed to leave her in the other room and that just will not do sir, he finds that the door? Is locked like Woodstock. If Woodstock had locks.
Not that this stops him from trying to open the door. "Sara! SARA!" Shouting will, obviously, help matters. "SARA!"
Oh, for a screwdriver that was just a smidge Sonic right about now.
Sara's in... well, a security room, exactly like the one the Doctor is in, except... well, he isn't there. She is, but he isn't. He pulled her in, she felt it, and then... he's just not there anymore.
"...Doctor Bowman?" Sara turns around and tries the door and yep, it's locked. She's stuck inside. Although thankfully aside from the blood (and a still-twitching severed hand which made her jump), the room is mostly quiet. There's a console desk with a monitor in it, showing static, but it's the only one on. Maybe if she goes over and bangs on it, it'll give her some clue as to how the hell to get out of this place.
He is highly disconcerted by this turn of events, and runs a hand through his hair as he turns to peer at the monitor bank. "Hell..." He taps on one of the monitors, intensely annoyed at the static. Well, at least there aren't any ghost girls crawling out of it to eat his soul or fill him with smallpox or whatever.
Are those bloody handprints? Well. Yes, they are.
Oh look. An image. He frowns at the image, because...this is certainly something he recognises. Martha. Martha Jones. Martha screaming as someone pulls her out of their car. Martha screaming his name, screaming for him to help her.
Him getting out of the car, shouting back. I'll do what you want, you just have to let her go. LET HER GO! They didn't let her go. They stole her away and now he's alone again. He's alone again and he's here and he's alone and Sara is gone.
And he hits the monitor, because he doesn't want to SEE that. He doesn't want to see that at all.
It doesn't make any sense that banging on the monitor works, but Sara isn't thinking about that right now. What she's really thinking of is the image on the monitor-- it's her, two years ago, walking with her junkie boyfriend down the street. Blurred and unsteady, she laughs and stumbles on her feet and seems totally unaware that a horrible accident has happened just up ahead.
A crowd of people stand around, yelling and calling for help. "Someone get a doctor!", cries a faceless blur, and another points out her white coat and hospital badge. The crowd grabs her, shoves her forward, and Sara falls to her knees. A little boy, no older than ten, lies twisted on the pavement, his limbs broken, his poor face twisted in pain. This Sara can see clearly, but the morphine clouding her mind prevents her from action.
Okay, he is getting out of this room right now, because he is not particularly keen on technology showing him his faults or his worst memories and whatnot. He strides right over to the door, gives the severed hand a bit of a kick and pushes through and oh hey that's the floor....
When he wakes up, it's the morgue again. Again. Something's...off. He can hear the sound of a surgical drill going, but it sounds wrong.
Backwards. It's backwards. Okay. He's going to just close his eyes and lie here for one second. He needs to get his bearings. Even if this place is...not the best place for it.
Then Sara notices that Christ is apparently not so serenely resigned to having been crucified. He struggles, and blood drips down the cross as if in slow-motion, and Dr. Sara is, well... horrified.
"They're moving..." And since she is NOT insane, she backs up towards a pew and stays AWAY from the statues, staring instead at the stained glass, unlike a certain Doctor. He seems like he knows what he's doing (and doesn't he always?), but he maybe doesn't see the other statue slowly and jerkily reaching out towards him with cold marble fingers, stretching with clearly unfriendly intent.
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He gives one of the statues a tiny thwap and a firm "No," with a scowl before turning to peer at the stained glass with the other certain doctor. "That is amazing. I wonder how they do that." Peeeer. Yes, doctor, totally get closer.
Is that prayer box shaking? It is!
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And... yes, it appears to indeed be shaking. There is... maybe something inside of it. Sara... does not want to go find out what it is. But then again, maybe she does, because she seems to be going near it! Probably a bad plan!
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Not that he doesn't go right over to look at the box as well. That is one rusty and bloody lock, that is.
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Sara looks at the Doctor, sufficiently freaked out. "Let's get the hell out of here." And then Mary reaches out and grabs poor Sara, yanking her backwards. Shit!
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Halp? ;_;?
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Huh. Have to remember that.
"Can we leave now?" This is Sara BEGGING you, Doctor. She's not so much caring how clever the moving statues are anymore.
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Hand out to Sara, of course.
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And lo, there was running. Because when the Doctor is involved, there is always running about.
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Turning to leave and retrieve her, because at this point he will work under the assumption that he somehow managed to leave her in the other room and that just will not do sir, he finds that the door? Is locked like Woodstock. If Woodstock had locks.
Not that this stops him from trying to open the door. "Sara! SARA!" Shouting will, obviously, help matters. "SARA!"
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Sara's in... well, a security room, exactly like the one the Doctor is in, except... well, he isn't there. She is, but he isn't. He pulled her in, she felt it, and then... he's just not there anymore.
"...Doctor Bowman?" Sara turns around and tries the door and yep, it's locked. She's stuck inside. Although thankfully aside from the blood (and a still-twitching severed hand which made her jump), the room is mostly quiet. There's a console desk with a monitor in it, showing static, but it's the only one on. Maybe if she goes over and bangs on it, it'll give her some clue as to how the hell to get out of this place.
Or not. Whatever.
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Are those bloody handprints? Well. Yes, they are.
Oh look. An image. He frowns at the image, because...this is certainly something he recognises. Martha. Martha Jones. Martha screaming as someone pulls her out of their car. Martha screaming his name, screaming for him to help her.
Him getting out of the car, shouting back. I'll do what you want, you just have to let her go. LET HER GO! They didn't let her go. They stole her away and now he's alone again. He's alone again and he's here and he's alone and Sara is gone.
And he hits the monitor, because he doesn't want to SEE that. He doesn't want to see that at all.
And the door clicks open.
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A crowd of people stand around, yelling and calling for help. "Someone get a doctor!", cries a faceless blur, and another points out her white coat and hospital badge. The crowd grabs her, shoves her forward, and Sara falls to her knees. A little boy, no older than ten, lies twisted on the pavement, his limbs broken, his poor face twisted in pain. This Sara can see clearly, but the morphine clouding her mind prevents her from action.
She watches the little boy die. Again.
The door clicks open.
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When he wakes up, it's the morgue again. Again. Something's...off. He can hear the sound of a surgical drill going, but it sounds wrong.
Backwards. It's backwards. Okay. He's going to just close his eyes and lie here for one second. He needs to get his bearings. Even if this place is...not the best place for it.
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