Reinette strode over to the windows, already pulling back the heavy drapes closed to keep the cold of winter at bay. She did not even spare a glance for Jack.
"The monsters of my childhood that seem unable to recognize I am a woman grown."
Of course it would be the very last window. She could feel its presence even before she threw the heavy fabric out of the way. Perhaps the Doctor was right. Perhaps they were connected.
For a moment they were locked, her eyes within its non existent ones. An then its bladed arm shot forward in a familiar attack.
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Date: 2009-12-12 05:58 am (UTC)"The monsters of my childhood that seem unable to recognize I am a woman grown."
Of course it would be the very last window. She could feel its presence even before she threw the heavy fabric out of the way. Perhaps the Doctor was right. Perhaps they were connected.
For a moment they were locked, her eyes within its non existent ones. An then its bladed arm shot forward in a familiar attack.