"Save the day, of course," she said over her shoulder, as if it were a foregone conclusion. Rose gestured toward a warehouse - or what looked like a warehouse, anyway. Who knew what it actually held. Ooh, and that was exciting. She turned, to be certain he was still with her, and saw his expression. Something in her mania softened. "Don't worry," she said, and then beamed at him. "I have a plan."
There was no plan. She picked up her feet, grabbed his hand, and ran. There was never a plan. Just run. Run into the middle, do something, get lucky, take the credit. And perhaps, perhaps there was something inside her now, a poison, that hoped this time would be different. Perhaps there was something inside her that was ready to fail. It had been a long run. She just had one more regeneration, if she looked the truth in the face. Just one more life, and it was already too long to endure.
But the warmth and the softness in her hand now helped a little, grounded her against the edges inside her. She tightened her grip on his hand and poured on the speed, her respiratory bypass loving the exercise. Superior Time Lady biology! She threw her head back and laughed, relishing the wildness of the wind in her hair and the tang of the unknown ahead.