RL- River and Sam are on a quest to find the Mister Master
Sam gritted his teeth as he drove down the narrow streets of 1973 Manchester, his eyes peeled at every turn for a brick building with a large camper van out front. The problem with that, of course, was that most of the buildings in 1973 Manchester were made of brick, as were the roads, and Sam had no idea where this camper van might be. However, he very much wished to avoid another- and there was no other word for it- temper tantrum like the one River had thrown when he'd initially refused to go looking for the Master. Trapped as a cat in 1973. I mean, really! And Sam owed him nothing, certainly did not want him in his flat. But if he was just a cat, Sam supposed it was the price he had to pay if it meant the girl cuffed to his arm would calm down.
It was difficult to drive with one wrist cuffed to another person, but he was managing well enough so far, and he turned to River with a little sigh, wincing visibly at the sight of her with her head out the window, her long hair whipping wildly about her face.
'River?'
She pulled her head back inside.
'Don't do that, yeah? I'd really rather not see you get decapitated. You seen it anywhere? It's a bit of a wild search, this.'
It was difficult to drive with one wrist cuffed to another person, but he was managing well enough so far, and he turned to River with a little sigh, wincing visibly at the sight of her with her head out the window, her long hair whipping wildly about her face.
'River?'
She pulled her head back inside.
'Don't do that, yeah? I'd really rather not see you get decapitated. You seen it anywhere? It's a bit of a wild search, this.'