With the sun soon to rise...

[deny_the_beast]

Not all the wanderers are in a scramble to figure out what to do with the recent evacuation of Torchwood. Dr. Thomas Parker has been under sedation for... lord knows how long, really. Weeks, probably. Mostly because the basement residents have no idea what to do with him

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[ashatteredangel]

Natasha's holed up on a bed in the recovery room with her knees drawn up to her chest and her arms wrapped tightly around them as if she's trying to force herself into the smallest possible space. Her conversation with Tachi left her feeling particular vulnerable and it's almost like everything she's been trying to repress has come back to haunt her and it's left her mind as broken as it was before being around the people here started to heal it.

She hasn't really quite noticed Parker's awake, but she's mumbling to herself all the same. "Won't do 'em no good. He can find 'em if he wants 'em, 'cause he's got me."

Yeah, she's not in her sanest of moods. Good luck with that, Parker.

[deny_the_beast]

Parker sits up slowly, looking around. "My god," he mutters to himself. Where is he? He's never been here before, he's sure of that...

And then he sees the woman in the bed and suddenly remembers the voices. And looks around more desperately. Oh dear. He hasn't... been committed, has he? His heart starts pounding in his chest as he turns back to the woman, who doesn't look very good.

"Excuse me," he says slowly. "Excuse me, Miss?"

Oh dear. Oh dear.

[ashatteredangel]

Natasha looks up, exposing a face that's streaked with tears. It's shocking for her, because she hasn't so much as shed a single tear in years, but apparently being back in the swing of feeling emotions like she ought to instead of being so closed up as made even the negative emotions more common. She hugs herself a little tighter and frowns at him.

"They're gone. The lady with the blonde hair. Her people. She didn't want to leave 'cause she still don't know what to do with you." Well, that wasn't the only reason, but she did spend an agonizing amount of time standing over his bed before she left. "She was worried 'cause you're not well, but none of us are well. Maybe we're fine now, but we won't be, 'cause he's a cancer and he's comin' and... Oh!"

She drops her head down against her knees and starts to sob. Why? Why did Luther have to come? She knows he's hear- knows he's nearby. It's like she can feel him. And God only knows when he'' strike and who he'll strike when he does.

And she'll have to tell him everything.

[deny_the_beast]

Parker stares at her, mouth opening slowly as he slowly remembers the blonde haired woman, remembers the feel of her hand on his arm. Remember what he saw. "Meredith," he whispers to himself.

He jerks himself out of his thoughts- they're dangerous things anyway, and if he wastes too much time trying to pick through them, the voices may appear again and... No.

"Who?" he asks the sobbing woman. It's not that he feels bad for the poor thing- he does, he really does- but he needs to find things out. He vaguely remembers being told about a... a rift of some kind. "Who left? And who's coming?"

Because yes, Parker. Get yourself dragged into the affairs of crazies. You're one yourself, after all.

'I am not.'