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apandnoonewillhearyou:

“Where is your daughter?”  an incredibly loud, dark voice boomed at me in the effervescent sky. I looked around like a lost puppy. “River.. Is that you? River…River!!!!!” River was gone. I could not see her. I could not feel her presence whatsoever. I knew it wasn’t River all along. The voice haunted me as I looked around trying to find the source of those strange words. What daughter? I thought to myself in a panic. I could feel my eye starting to twitch, my pores widen as sweat sprinkled down my suddenly ivory face. In the blink of an eye (or rather, twitch admittedly) a man appeared. Dark robe down to his ankles, with a goofy green, pin-striped bow tie. I felt myself begin to smile in relief at the look of this ridiculous man who surely could not be dangerous.

The Doctor had dropped her off in the middle of the night. A groggy River took the woman in her arms and lay her on the couch. She had met the woman a few nights prior in an accidental teleportation. Amy. Her name was Amy. She was an odd woman, confused. River understood how it was to wake up somewhere or suddenly not know your own name. She had grown up with the Silence, so it was par for the course. She crouched beside Amy and covered her with a blanket.

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My head felt like a ten pound brick, surely the heaviest part of my body. I tried to lay up in this makeshift bed. The mix of human comfort, the warm blanket, and my head feeling so heavy to move it was a burden to the rest of my body, made for a deep, dark sleep. I could feel myself rolling around in these strange sleep stages, still clearly trying to get a grasp of reality even though I was not conscious. Why was River being so nice? I felt her presence in the room currently as I slept, but also her covering me… actually caring for my wellbeing. It confused me a little bit, as she pretty much knew nothing about me, and owed me nothing; nevermind the fact that I’m sure my behavior seemed odd to her. She couldn’t have any idea what I was going through. My strange sleep turned into darkness and tranquility. Nineteen hours later, I opened my eyelids and decided to start facing reality. I would be here for a while.

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Who was he? Why was he here? I couldn’t help but to overwhelm myself with questions. I had had so many questions and so few answers these past few hours, or days, or years. That was another question. I simply couldn’t tell. 

“Where is your daughter?”  an incredibly loud, dark voice boomed at me in the effervescent sky. I looked around like a lost puppy. “River.. Is that you? River…River!!!!!” River was gone. I could not see her. I could not feel her presence whatsoever. I knew it wasn’t River all along. The voice haunted me as I looked around trying to find the source of those strange words. What daughter? I thought to myself in a panic. I could feel my eye starting to twitch, my pores widen as sweat sprinkled down my suddenly ivory face. In the blink of an eye (or rather, twitch admittedly) a man appeared. Dark robe down to his ankles, with a goofy green, pin-striped bow tie. I felt myself begin to smile in relief at the look of this ridiculous man who surely could not be dangerous.

jeffersonadamshamilton:

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I could feel my nerves in complete entanglement. Concentrate on the present I told myself. What’s best for me? I needed companionship, this I couldn’t avoid. I walked up and down with the wand and ‘scrunchie’ beneath my leather coat, right next to the fiery black pistol. I looked up and saw a beautifully powerful woman. Her curls danced as she walked. I looked at myself self consciously as her beauty was no comparison, and she surely had a pep in her step which made her confidence undeniable. I straightened my back, “Good day Miss” trying with everything I had to seem like I belonged in what seemed to be ‘her’ land.