spaceman said everybody look down ｡ [ CLOSED // INCOMPLETE ]
Characters: iwaspromisedtea & dreamedofspace
Setting/Location: The Forest → Steamdrab/Caravan
Date & Time: Day 10, evening
Warnings: None!
Summary: The Doctor's on his way to find Amy. Hopefully before anything else does, yipes.
The Doctor never had been one to waste time. Well, that was a bit of a stretch. But he was never one to waste time in important situations and that's exactly what this counted as. He couldn't afford to waste time when Amy was out there in the forest, the same one he'd help rescue many others from, when he knew its dangers first hand.
As he swung the familiar tweed jacket around his shoulders, juggling the Jungogam all the while, he couldn't help but think about the odd twist of events. Amy was here, but it wasn't his Amy. Or she wasn't the Amy from his time was a better way of putting it. It seemed like she didn't remember anything past Rory's reappearance - another thing lost upon her, it seemed, he thought sadly - and that was like most things, both good and bad. She hadn't been shot yet or seen the universe collapsing or his disappearance. She didn't know what the Pandorica really was for. But at the same time she didn't know that her Mum or Dad had been brought back, along with Rory, or that they were on their way to have so many, many more adventures together.
He briely wondered what impact her arrival from that certain point, which he definitely remembered her being there for, was having on the time stream. If someone or something had been able to pluck her out of a different point in time than his own, then matters were about to get very complicated. Maybe he'd have to have another chat with Cid Amon sometime soon.
For now though, he made his way out of the Caravan and onto the cleared out path leading to the forest as quick as he could. "It is! Although, it was a bit unexpected," he admitted. Talking was good. Talking would let him know where exactly Amy was and at the same time, he would know if she were in any danger. "I hope someone is. Might even be us! Wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey. Have you found yourself in a safe spot yet?"
Setting/Location: The Forest → Steamdrab/Caravan
Date & Time: Day 10, evening
Warnings: None!
Summary: The Doctor's on his way to find Amy. Hopefully before anything else does, yipes.
The Doctor never had been one to waste time. Well, that was a bit of a stretch. But he was never one to waste time in important situations and that's exactly what this counted as. He couldn't afford to waste time when Amy was out there in the forest, the same one he'd help rescue many others from, when he knew its dangers first hand.
As he swung the familiar tweed jacket around his shoulders, juggling the Jungogam all the while, he couldn't help but think about the odd twist of events. Amy was here, but it wasn't his Amy. Or she wasn't the Amy from his time was a better way of putting it. It seemed like she didn't remember anything past Rory's reappearance - another thing lost upon her, it seemed, he thought sadly - and that was like most things, both good and bad. She hadn't been shot yet or seen the universe collapsing or his disappearance. She didn't know what the Pandorica really was for. But at the same time she didn't know that her Mum or Dad had been brought back, along with Rory, or that they were on their way to have so many, many more adventures together.
He briely wondered what impact her arrival from that certain point, which he definitely remembered her being there for, was having on the time stream. If someone or something had been able to pluck her out of a different point in time than his own, then matters were about to get very complicated. Maybe he'd have to have another chat with Cid Amon sometime soon.
For now though, he made his way out of the Caravan and onto the cleared out path leading to the forest as quick as he could. "It is! Although, it was a bit unexpected," he admitted. Talking was good. Talking would let him know where exactly Amy was and at the same time, he would know if she were in any danger. "I hope someone is. Might even be us! Wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey. Have you found yourself in a safe spot yet?"