[Truthplot - Timed to May 29]
There was something off about today, Martha was certain. Something obtuse, difficult to pinpoint, and all the more frustrating for it. No one event had tipped her off, but rather the overall atmosphere not of the island, but of herself.
Innocuous questions asked of her at breakfast -- Would you like some juice? Please pass the salt? -- were answered far too readily, almost compulsively. With what had happened earlier in the month, she thought herself completely right to be paranoid.
If she was indeed under some devious island influence, the best thing for it would be waiting it out alone, she decided. Despite her previous impulsive jaunts into the wilderness alone, she felt a sharp twinge of guilt at the idea of going without so much as leaving a note. She walked the distance from the Compound to the TARDIS and back, contemplating whether the situation was dire enough to actually leave.
How bad could it honestly be?
Innocuous questions asked of her at breakfast -- Would you like some juice? Please pass the salt? -- were answered far too readily, almost compulsively. With what had happened earlier in the month, she thought herself completely right to be paranoid.
If she was indeed under some devious island influence, the best thing for it would be waiting it out alone, she decided. Despite her previous impulsive jaunts into the wilderness alone, she felt a sharp twinge of guilt at the idea of going without so much as leaving a note. She walked the distance from the Compound to the TARDIS and back, contemplating whether the situation was dire enough to actually leave.
How bad could it honestly be?