if it weren’t for the doctor’s reminder that they really ought to get a move on, it is quite possible lynda would still be stuck to the spot. amazement and bewilderment are really quite consuming !
“ oh, yeah .. course — yeah …
" with time, you'll be fine. now — let's get out of here before things get a bit more 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒌𝒚, shall we? "
hand already holding her own, prepared to tug her away to reasonable safety.
wholly serious in her actions, she turns her head to look behind her — not for one moment considering how … well, daft, it looks. nothing left behind.
“ got all my fingers and toes, i’ll be alright … i think. ”
he did indeed come back. he'd saved her already once thus far by getting her out of the games.
. . . the alien didn't intend to abandon her now. and especially with such a fate as dying to the daleks.
⠀" y'alright—? nothin' missing? "
teasing her a bit, of course.
not of a dalek, but of something truly living. and as swift as eyes were closed, they are opened. death shall wait, for there is a hand of life to grasp.
lynda reached out, fingers clinging to the hand of the doctor. he came b͟a͟c͟k͟.
eyes are closed in anticipation of d͟e͟a͟t͟h͟. expectant and fully aware of the proximity between herself, the dalek, she is, momentarily, content with the fact that this shall be her end.
and yet, there is a movement.
in a moment of *𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒚, he turns, and runs back for @SATELLITEFIVES at the last moment.
hand extended, actions precise. there's a dalek approaching. too quickly. it's *𝑵𝑶𝑾 or never.