|
||||
|
Resa cursed under her breath in her mother tongue, why was this girl not leaving?
The Doctor was peering into the faces of people as they passed, but not one had black wispy hair and skin like leather.
__________________
'Call me a Philistine but I can't see the justification in the 'Petrification As Art' business.' 'Art justifies everything.' 'Uh, no, it doesn't, one-nil to me. Next?' Doctor Who, The Stone Rose
|
|
||||
|
Resa looked up, the girl was there, she stood up and, faster than believably possible, sent a blast of sonic at the door she was pressed against, it opened, and she ran through, locking it again as she slammed it shut behind her.
__________________
'Call me a Philistine but I can't see the justification in the 'Petrification As Art' business.' 'Art justifies everything.' 'Uh, no, it doesn't, one-nil to me. Next?' Doctor Who, The Stone Rose
|
|
||||
|
Lucy looked up and saw Resa taking off. ''Damn'' she snarled and chased after her until she came up against the door that Resa had locked. She ran towards another exit that took her out of the engine room. She hoped she would find Resa again, and she knew she had to.
|
|
||||
|
The Doctor's feet took him towards the engine room, where he ran straight into Lucy.
"Lucy!" He said, a little surprised, "What are you doing?" He asked, "Have you found Resa?"
__________________
'Call me a Philistine but I can't see the justification in the 'Petrification As Art' business.' 'Art justifies everything.' 'Uh, no, it doesn't, one-nil to me. Next?' Doctor Who, The Stone Rose
|
|
||||
|
The Doctor nodded quickly, "Which way did she go?" He asked urgently.
__________________
'Call me a Philistine but I can't see the justification in the 'Petrification As Art' business.' 'Art justifies everything.' 'Uh, no, it doesn't, one-nil to me. Next?' Doctor Who, The Stone Rose
|