She blinks. "Drill for what? Hurricane? Do they have those in Australia?"
Dorothy squints around. When you're an empath, even a very very low-level one like she is, you have a sense of connection to the living things around you. Right now, she's not getting anything, and it's somewhat itchy. For lack of a better term, her spidey-sense is tingling, and not in a good way.
"Even so..." She walks around to the other side of the TARDIS, where she can see the road better. There's a car in the middle of the street. Not crashed, just... stopped. No one around. Door open. The turn signal is blinking silently.
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Date: 2009-08-17 03:03 am (UTC)Dorothy squints around. When you're an empath, even a very very low-level one like she is, you have a sense of connection to the living things around you. Right now, she's not getting anything, and it's somewhat itchy. For lack of a better term, her spidey-sense is tingling, and not in a good way.
"Even so..." She walks around to the other side of the TARDIS, where she can see the road better. There's a car in the middle of the street. Not crashed, just... stopped. No one around. Door open. The turn signal is blinking silently.
"Something's not right."