The walk through the jungle, positioned as McKay was in the middle of the group, was difficult. The terrain was rougher. More dodging of branches, more stepping through overgrown tracts of flora. More than once, he had to stop to try to regain his breath. His legs were aching, he was still carrying his laptop, something he refused to hand off to anyone else, including Jon or the Doctor. Under the best of times, he's not /that/ bad moving through woods. He's done it before. But now?
After the longest half hour of his life... or perhaps, not, that bit in the back of a jumper facing certain death was a long 38 minutes come to think of it, the leads broke through.
A police public call box? Rodney was expecting something a little different; something that would look more, well, space worthy. Granted, the puddlejumpers weren't anything to look at, but still. They looked like a space ship. That?
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[McKay] Safe and sound? (tag everyone)
Date: 2006-04-14 06:01 pm (UTC)After the longest half hour of his life... or perhaps, not, that bit in the back of a jumper facing certain death was a long 38 minutes come to think of it, the leads broke through.
A police public call box? Rodney was expecting something a little different; something that would look more, well, space worthy. Granted, the puddlejumpers weren't anything to look at, but still. They looked like a space ship. That?
"That? That's it?"