In a side room of an abandoned building on the edge of a city Lucy Saxon didn't know the name of, she hunched further into herself, shivering as she wrapped her ratty cloak tight around her body.  It was ragged and dirty, probably one of the nastiest things Lucy had ever worn in her life, but after a day or two on Woman Wept- if that was what this ( Read more... )

((OOC: Watch as I conveniently gloss over details of how Lucy actually, you know, managed to knock out the Doctor or get back to her flat))

It hadn't been as difficult as she'd anticipated, frankly.  Even in the body of what looked like a large green cat, he was pathetically easy to predict, and it wasn't long before Lucy had him unconscious, stowed ( Read more... )