rose tyler (ex_rosetyler358) wrote in aternaville, |
Rose hadn't been anywhere but home, not much, since she had come here. There was a kind of comfort to be found when she had a place to go, to curl up in the comfort of the darkness and rest because nothing would hurt her there. She had spent whatever time she was able to with the Doctor, when he was agreeable and amendable to her company (his ginger-haired incarnation, of course) but there were long stretches of time where she was alone, and it wasn't as horrible there as it could have been.
Now when Jack's voice reached her ears, she lifted her head and pushed the fall of her hair back from her eyes, tucking it backward and behind her ear. There was something odd in Jack's voice, confusing and different, and it made her thoughts catapult down a path of warning and fear. Something was wrong.
Something was very wrong.
"I'm here," she called, "back in my room. What's wrong?"