THREAD
Who: Fifth Doctor, Second Master, Lucy Saxon
What: Drama
When: Shortly after this
Where: The grounds, perhaps the village
Rating: PG-13?
The Doctor isn't really thinking as the journal slips from his fingers; there's not much room for it, besides the determination, the fear, the guilt, the pain in his chest - his hearts haven't beat this hard since...since...
"Can't..." he mutters, pushing himself on, gripping the railing as he clumsily descends the stairwell. He remembers having to do that, for someone he doesn't.
He needs to push those thoughts from his mind, so he does, and concentrates on making it to the entrance hall, then to the grounds.
The clean, fresh air feels nice in his sore lungs, but there's no time to relish it, no need to if - just keep walking, steady, ignore it all, just keep walking.
He knows it's idiotic, that he shouldn't be chasing after anyone in such a state, especially the Master, but he won't stop, he refuses to stop.
What: Drama
When: Shortly after this
Where: The grounds, perhaps the village
Rating: PG-13?
The Doctor isn't really thinking as the journal slips from his fingers; there's not much room for it, besides the determination, the fear, the guilt, the pain in his chest - his hearts haven't beat this hard since...since...
"Can't..." he mutters, pushing himself on, gripping the railing as he clumsily descends the stairwell. He remembers having to do that, for someone he doesn't.
He needs to push those thoughts from his mind, so he does, and concentrates on making it to the entrance hall, then to the grounds.
The clean, fresh air feels nice in his sore lungs, but there's no time to relish it, no need to if - just keep walking, steady, ignore it all, just keep walking.
He knows it's idiotic, that he shouldn't be chasing after anyone in such a state, especially the Master, but he won't stop, he refuses to stop.