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Mar. 21st, 2005 12:07 amAce didn't go upstairs after she left the party. Instead she wandered down to the bar, asked for and got a very thick blanket and a fuzzy pillow, and retreated outside. She needed to think.
She's beginning to realize that if things go wrong here, there's nothing left. According to all logic, her Doctor isn't waiting for her to come home anymore. Perivale is an automatic rule-out. It's not the first time she's lived so precariously. Hardly a day'd go by with the Doctor that someone out there wanted to kill them, as messily as possible. But she'd always figured if it came to that, they'd go out together. She hadn't counted on, or even thought about, regeneration.
So, a tally.
And a chance, perhaps, to mourn the life she's left behind. The dear friend that she's lost.
The sunrise is beautiful, even through tears.
She's beginning to realize that if things go wrong here, there's nothing left. According to all logic, her Doctor isn't waiting for her to come home anymore. Perivale is an automatic rule-out. It's not the first time she's lived so precariously. Hardly a day'd go by with the Doctor that someone out there wanted to kill them, as messily as possible. But she'd always figured if it came to that, they'd go out together. She hadn't counted on, or even thought about, regeneration.
So, a tally.
And a chance, perhaps, to mourn the life she's left behind. The dear friend that she's lost.
The sunrise is beautiful, even through tears.
