Jul 14, 2009 02:25
[Billy sidles up to the edge of the bookcase, then carefully peers down the aisle.
Empty.
Okay, next one. He darts across the aisle and peers down the next one, only to find it in the same state, where was he? Billy darts forward again, and peers around the third bookcase, aspirin tucked into his pocket and Dr Who manuals under one arm.
Target sighted.
Carefully, Billy reaches up and tucks the books back onto the shelf, no sense in letting The Master see what he's doing before he's even started...]
dr. horrible,
the master