The Doctor shook his head. She thinks of everything. Thought. He looked past Jack at Bea's body. She looked like she'd gotten older in their time apart. Even only four months, it wore on her. He could've continued to stare, but the ship rocked again with the force of another wind gale. He darted to the side panel, pulled out his sonic, and undid the security.
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Date: 2010-08-11 06:14 am (UTC)Now, Jack. Get here, we'll get to the TARDIS.