Morgana intends to be quick. Once out of sight of the Doctor, she runs. Often, she doesn't indulge herself in such things, but she has excess energy from the battle, and it is a way to get it out.
The stairs have become stairs again. and the hallways are silent. There are not any voices, sirens, creatures, or odd precipitation.
Respectfully, she opens the door to the the little girl's room, and places the diary on the bed. She opens it to the last page. To keep it propped open, she takes one of the dolls to weigh it down.
There is little else she can do, but the thought of the little girl being lost, and the father unable to find her is distressing.
And it does not matter if things like this happen long ago. She knows as much as anyone, that time does not always make such things better.
Much longer than she intended, she gently shuts the door, and heads down the hallway towards the Doctor, lost in her thoughts.
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Date: 2010-06-28 04:55 am (UTC)The stairs have become stairs again. and the hallways are silent. There are not any voices, sirens, creatures, or odd precipitation.
Respectfully, she opens the door to the the little girl's room, and places the diary on the bed. She opens it to the last page. To keep it propped open, she takes one of the dolls to weigh it down.
There is little else she can do, but the thought of the little girl being lost, and the father unable to find her is distressing.
And it does not matter if things like this happen long ago. She knows as much as anyone, that time does not always make such things better.
Much longer than she intended, she gently shuts the door, and heads down the hallway towards the Doctor, lost in her thoughts.