One Hundred Nine

May 27, 2008 20:48

[recorded while walking through what's left of the city -- he's looking for survivors, using the TARDIS to take them to safety, medics, whatever. only his footsteps can be heard until they stop abruptly, pause for a couple of moments until they break into a full-out run]

Doctor? Doctor! No, no, no, no, no. Five --

[and they stop. some panting is recorded before the journal's chucked aside (hitting a wall in the process) as Ten tries to figure out what he's going to do with the body.

Because it's Five, and he's quite dead.]

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