He opens the door and steps back, so she can walk in first. The smell of whiskey is pretty strong - there's a bottle lying on its side on the floor, with a wet patch spread around it. Apart from that, it looks pristine. Two double beds on one side, a TV and sofa and armchair on the other. A door leading to the bathroom at the back. Just like a ( Read more... )

He’d walked blindly through the door into Milliways. One step, and he’d paused, and turned to leave again. He’d known this wasn’t a good place to be. The memories - they won’t fade, here. They’re supposed to fade. He wants them to. He’s no use unless they do, and the thought of being stuck with what’s in his head  - - no, no he’d turned to leave ( Read more... )

( OOM: 3x08; Epilogue )

( OOM: 3x08 (iv) )

( OOM: 3x08 (ii) )

( OOM: 3x07 (v) )

( OOM: 3x07 (iii) )

This is probably the time he should be out among the troops, rallying spirits. He can’t bring himself to bother. There aren’t any major on-going cases. He’s free to stand in his office with his back to whatever they’re talking about out there, and stare out of the window.

He’s too tired for any of this. When he hears her come into the office - no ( Read more... )

He hadn’t slept last night. And now he can’t sleep. The world is fuzzy at the edge of his vision, but he can’t go anywhere. He sits with his back against the wall, staring at Viv’s lifeless face. One of them has run for a medic - he appreciates the gesture, but they all know it’s too late for that. There’ll be a doctor along soon to ( Read more... )

( Albert )