If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed, now...

[samsara_dharma]

Karu was out for a walk. Today, the fact that her walk took her near the Kashtta Tower and its assorted mysteries was actually a coincidence, but it was a coincidence which resulted in her making a new friend, so that's... that's Chicago, for you.

The friend in question seems to be a blue box. This is a little weird, but it - she - said hello

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[definitivestep]

One day, Sam's going to have a life where he doesn't have to go across the street to the spaceship to consult the aliens about chemical bombs set by an insane time-traveller. Like, you know. Maybe one day he won't have to cross the street or something.

This is not that day, and Sam's started out to the TARDIS with a digital camera in hand. His steps slow a little as he notices a certain angel of death by the blue box, apparently... talking to it. What now?

"Can I help you?" It's polite, in a distant, Sam-like way, but "polite" is really the best you can hope for Sam around Karu.

[samsara_dharma]

Karu looks up. The voice is familiar, but she meets so many people in passing, and-

!!!

-and she's not really given a chance to recognize him before she meets his eyes and is hit with a bullet, full to the chest, snapping in her breath and widening her eyes. She steps back against the TARDIS, which catches her with a psychic :: !!? ::, and composes herself a moment before she remember s where she's seen this man before.

OH.

"...oh." Well. This... okay, then. "...hello."

[definitivestep]

Sam blinks a little. He has much bigger problems than a death angel he can't seem to escape, but the look on her face just then gives him pause. "Are you alright?" He should go inside, find one of the Doctors and try to keep Chicago from exploding (again), but... pausing a minute here isn't going to make things any worse than they already are.

[samsara_dharma]

Considering what happened the last time she told him about a death...

She tells people when she honestly has reason to believe that knowing won't ruin their last few days. He would try to find some way to fight back against his own death, and that only maked things worse, in the end.

She tries for a smile, not that it makes it all the way up to her eyes. "I'll be fine," she says. It's not a lie. She's always fine, eventually. "I wasn't expecting to see you here."

And certainly not with a ticking clock over his head.

"Please, don't let me keep you."