The Doctor was looking over the videos and pictures Rose had found. She was sleeping soundly in their bed.
Earlier she had told him, in an excited voice, that she remembered her mother talking about her father when she was a little girl, and riding a red bike when she was twelve. It was her favorite thing in the world. She was so excited to have memories again, and certain whatever was affecting them was fading. He hated to have to tell her that he'd been getting flashes as well, and it appeared the Tardis was helping them reconnect to their memories, so it was unlikely anyone else was affected.
The videos were helping him get a few more flashes of memory. But nothing very long, nothing but a sense of emptiness and loneliness.
Suddenly something pushed through the room. It was as if a psychic wind gusted and then passed. He could feel it, even tell what direction it came from, but his shieling was apparently strong and tight, so the nature of the blast was unknown.
He dropped the viewer and bolted out the door, heading in the direction of the blast's source.
He ran into the Winchester brothers as they came out of their room.
"Who else is in there?" He asked them. It had definitely originated from this room.
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Date: 2007-04-22 09:34 pm (UTC)Earlier she had told him, in an excited voice, that she remembered her mother talking about her father when she was a little girl, and riding a red bike when she was twelve. It was her favorite thing in the world. She was so excited to have memories again, and certain whatever was affecting them was fading. He hated to have to tell her that he'd been getting flashes as well, and it appeared the Tardis was helping them reconnect to their memories, so it was unlikely anyone else was affected.
The videos were helping him get a few more flashes of memory. But nothing very long, nothing but a sense of emptiness and loneliness.
Suddenly something pushed through the room. It was as if a psychic wind gusted and then passed. He could feel it, even tell what direction it came from, but his shieling was apparently strong and tight, so the nature of the blast was unknown.
He dropped the viewer and bolted out the door, heading in the direction of the blast's source.
He ran into the Winchester brothers as they came out of their room.
"Who else is in there?" He asked them. It had definitely originated from this room.