On the Moor

[rude_not_ginger]

Running comes easily. It's something he knows, something that's part of him, ever since he first learned to walk. Ever since he first looked into the Untempered Schism. He runs. He runs, and he runs well.

Except over swampy, boggy areas. He doesn't run quite so well there. He does try, of course.

"Run, Sally!" he calls back. And then loses his footing. And falls, face first, onto the wet ground.

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[chasingangels]

"Bloody-", Sally began, angrily, sinking shin deep in muck half as many times as she took steps. The Doctor had her firmly by the hand, and when she stumbled, almost dragged her down as well. She planted her feet, swaying like Bambi on the ice before she could steady herself. She hauled him back up, somehow, panting.

[rude_not_ginger]

"No, no, I'm actually fine," he says. "Nearly wasn't, but I am."

He takes a few deep breaths and looks back behind himself. The long moor stretches out behind them and in front of them. It's cold and wet, and the sun is slowly lowering on the horizon. They shouldn't be out here much longer, he realizes. Not if they want to get back to town before they get lost.

"You saw it, though?" he says. "The dog, yes? You saw it."

[chasingangels]

"Of course I did", Sally hissed irritably, "I do have eyes. Great big, black monster. Which...please tell me is an alien because all the other options I know of lead to worse situations."

She dragged her boot out of the mud with a wet sucking sound and pulled her her skirts out of the much.

"And you try running in a corset."

[rude_not_ginger]

"No, no, I've done that once. Not doing it again," he says.

He looks down at his wet suit and scowls. Now he's uncomfortable. Uncomfortable and with a potential alien threat not far away.

"Either an alien or something augmented by one," he says.

[chasingangels]

"Oh goody, and here I thought it was a sign of our imminent deaths", Sally drawled, dry enough to parch the atlantic, she peered off into the distance.

"Where the hell did you park?"