Her footsteps echo off the pavement as she runs between the two vehicles, searching and not finding.
“This is Martha Jones,” she says to each crackling flick of the dial, “I’m with UNIT. We have personalpersonnel down. Requesting back-up.”
There’s a rickety structure at the end of the winding track,; Martha can’t decide if it’s a shed, a barn, or something else entirely. She'd noticed it before.
As Martha approaches, she feels like she is being watched.
Now, most of that is just me being picky about commas, but I thought I'd point them out anyway. Otherwise, this was as brilliant as usual, and I can't wait for more.
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Date: 2008-08-15 02:14 am (UTC)A couple of things:
Her footsteps echo off the pavement as she runs between the two vehicles, searching and not finding.
“This is Martha Jones,” she says to each crackling flick of the dial, “I’m with UNIT. We have
personalpersonnel down. Requesting back-up.”There’s a rickety structure at the end of the winding track
,; Martha can’t decide if it’s a shed, a barn, or something else entirely. She'd noticed it before.As Martha approaches, she feels like she is being watched.
Now, most of that is just me being picky about commas, but I thought I'd point them out anyway. Otherwise, this was as brilliant as usual, and I can't wait for more.