Morgana looks behind her at the noise. The sense of urgency is increased as each wall snaps together.
The corridor is skinny enough, that she cannot squeeze by the Doctor, still leaving her a pace behind, but that's all she is. There will not be any tripping, or inability to keep up from Morgana.
In fact, there are a couple times she puts her hand on the Doctor's back, to stop from running into him.
The faster they run, the faster the corridor shuts behind them, until they reach the light -- a slightly ajar door.
When they burst through, it's the opposite environment from whence they came. The room is large, and mostly windows, showing the dark outside of the planet. In the centre of the room is an oval table, with over a dozen chairs, all occupied with piles of bones -- skeletons unable to keep their shape.
The only wall that is not completely glass is a variety of technological (Morgana hates that words) instruments, none of which make any sense to her.
Instead, she's looking, in surprise, at the long-dead people who once sat around the table.
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Date: 2010-06-20 07:08 am (UTC)The corridor is skinny enough, that she cannot squeeze by the Doctor, still leaving her a pace behind, but that's all she is. There will not be any tripping, or inability to keep up from Morgana.
In fact, there are a couple times she puts her hand on the Doctor's back, to stop from running into him.
The faster they run, the faster the corridor shuts behind them, until they reach the light -- a slightly ajar door.
When they burst through, it's the opposite environment from whence they came. The room is large, and mostly windows, showing the dark outside of the planet. In the centre of the room is an oval table, with over a dozen chairs, all occupied with piles of bones -- skeletons unable to keep their shape.
The only wall that is not completely glass is a variety of technological (Morgana hates that words) instruments, none of which make any sense to her.
Instead, she's looking, in surprise, at the long-dead people who once sat around the table.