Characters: Amy, anyone willing to entertain
Rating:Teen
Time Period: Modern Age
Location: Courtyard
Relative Date: During the plague
Status: OPEN
The sound of the blades swirling were loud, and bits of grass were hitting Amy's legs. They'd stick, get itchy in a bit. Make a right mess out of everything.
She didn't care.
There was no familiar police box
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Maybe he'd say something nice. Like Scotland. Or France. Something reasonably close. The helicopter ride seemed like it took ages, and Amy had no idea of the time, let alone the day.
"Also... You wouldn't happen to have a working mobile, would ya? Mine seems to be shot."
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"I never quite got the hang of mobile phones," he admitted. They were a fairy new thing, although appeared to be catching on fast. "Do you have one of these?" He took the one he'd got from the helicopter out of his jacket pocket and showed it to the girl. "You can call anyone in the area with that."
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The phone looked just like that second one, the one that Amy couldn't explain how she got. She slipped it out of her pocket and flipped it open. "I tried calling home with it; it doesn't work either. You mean... we both have the same one? There are more of us? How many are there?"
She wasn't the only one locked up in this place. Great.
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