The Doctor walked ahead, tracing each new panel of floor with the edge of his foot before walking on. It was less for amusement and more for security in the Tower, though mind games were a specialty of Rassilon's, too.
He heard the click of high heels somewhere up ahead. They were very distinctive, a low, flat heel, probably from some sort of boot. He used to hear that click behind himself as he ran around corridors and down hallways and just prior to being slapped in the face.
He shouldn't have been too surprised to see her there, standing in a shaft of light.
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Date: 2009-11-17 12:00 am (UTC)He heard the click of high heels somewhere up ahead. They were very distinctive, a low, flat heel, probably from some sort of boot. He used to hear that click behind himself as he ran around corridors and down hallways and just prior to being slapped in the face.
He shouldn't have been too surprised to see her there, standing in a shaft of light.
"Donna."
"Doctor! Doctor help me!"