River's talking to me again.
Well, talking to the Doctor, and working up a fine head of steam.
She paced, agitated, on the floor of the TARDIS while the Doctor watched, fascinated and a little disturbed.
"Don't think I don't see what they're doing. They make them all lie down so they can be slaughtered, but they don't see the girl, because they think they've made her safe. Take her away, take her life, take her love, put things into her head and flesh so they can control her. Monsters in her mind, telling her what to do. Stand in one place, be good, do what we tell you, there's a girl--and then," she laughed, "and then they're surprised when their little pet grows fangs and claws and blows their house down! Sow the wind, reap the whirlwind. It's all written down; they're just too stupid to read." She turned suddenly. "Roses have thorns. Even you'll forget."
And then, as quickly as she'd worked herself into this state, she sagged, a weary little girl. "May I sleep here?" She looked at the TARDIS console. "She drowns out the noises."
I swear, one hint of an actual plot, and it'll be written.
She paced, agitated, on the floor of the TARDIS while the Doctor watched, fascinated and a little disturbed.
"Don't think I don't see what they're doing. They make them all lie down so they can be slaughtered, but they don't see the girl, because they think they've made her safe. Take her away, take her life, take her love, put things into her head and flesh so they can control her. Monsters in her mind, telling her what to do. Stand in one place, be good, do what we tell you, there's a girl--and then," she laughed, "and then they're surprised when their little pet grows fangs and claws and blows their house down! Sow the wind, reap the whirlwind. It's all written down; they're just too stupid to read." She turned suddenly. "Roses have thorns. Even you'll forget."
And then, as quickly as she'd worked herself into this state, she sagged, a weary little girl. "May I sleep here?" She looked at the TARDIS console. "She drowns out the noises."
I swear, one hint of an actual plot, and it'll be written.