[back dated to about 7 may]
Amy Pond had a problem. Or at least she was fairly certain that she had a problem. It could be nothing at all. It was probably nothing. Oh yes, she was fairly certain that it was nothing. After it was all said and done, they could have a good laugh about it and then forget that the whole thing had ever happened.
Right?
Right.
In the meantime this probably that sort-of-was-sort-of-wasn't was reeking havok on her nerves. And her nails. And the ends of her hair. Not one who could truly be described as either stoic or stationary under the best of times, she had devolved into full-on flighty mess. Which was what had led her to seek out Rahne. The other girl might not be able to sympathise fully (or maybe she would, Amy wasn't entirely certain) but there was something comforting in having another ginger Scot to count on. Even in things like this where there was nothing to do but wait the entire thing out.
"Rahne!" she shouted, having sort of half-run to Rahne's shared living space. "Rahne, please be home, please be home, please be home. I need your help!"
Right?
Right.
In the meantime this probably that sort-of-was-sort-of-wasn't was reeking havok on her nerves. And her nails. And the ends of her hair. Not one who could truly be described as either stoic or stationary under the best of times, she had devolved into full-on flighty mess. Which was what had led her to seek out Rahne. The other girl might not be able to sympathise fully (or maybe she would, Amy wasn't entirely certain) but there was something comforting in having another ginger Scot to count on. Even in things like this where there was nothing to do but wait the entire thing out.
"Rahne!" she shouted, having sort of half-run to Rahne's shared living space. "Rahne, please be home, please be home, please be home. I need your help!"