Flipsided p.6

Jul 05, 2009 16:54


“What do you mean they’re gone?” Jack demanded, leaning over and staring at the vector displays where the Doctor was working. He reached forward to rerun the coordinates and the Doctor slapped his hand away.

“I mean, they’re gone.” He skipped around the other side of the console. He gave Jack a withering glare as his hand crept out again. “Don’t touch anything.”

Jack stuffed his hand in his coat pocket.

“These are the last coordinates of the Tardis. Our Tardis.

"And it’s not here.”

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