Pull yourself together. Molly stopped pulling at her...River's hair. She had to pull herself together. Shannon/Charlie was dead. It was horrible. She had all the thoughts and minds flooding her. Except the Doctor's. He was there, but not his thoughts. He was in Daniel... but he was so used to maintaining a tight shield, that he did it even in another body.

Pull yourself together. She kept repeating it like a mantra as she pulled herself to her feet once more. She collected the pillow case and returned to the shared room. Bags were packed from here. Pillow cases full of bedding, extra cloth. They needed it. Pistols and a bit of ammo. Molly placed her bow and quiver on the lower bunk.

Keep yourself together. Tears were falling now. She couldn't help it. She couldn't panic. Panic wouldn't help.

She took deep breaths. Deep breaths. Images flashed on top of the thoughts of others. Bright fire, and total dark. Fear and pain and running.

"Then the traveller in the dark,
thanks you for your little spark;
He could not see which way to go,
if you did not twinkle so;
Twinkle, twinkle little star,
How I wonder what you are."

"By the prickling of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes." Molly found she had been rocking back and forth on the bed.

"Something's coming."