InsaneJournal

Amelia had always been taught that she should be polite to strangers and then flee once she found an opening. And if, in the course of her fleeing, she encountered any of the people in the photographs she’d been shown she was to tell them as little as possible. Or to flee in the opposite direction. Which is precisely what she had done once they’d turned their back on her.

So, really, Amelia had only been following her mummy’s rules because they were meant to keep her safe from the bad things. However, this should have been the one time that she tossed the rules out the proverbial window and stayed inside the center. Because she had no idea where to even begin looking for the pretty blue box that she called home.

“What would Uncle Nardole do?” she mused as she took a seat on a snow-covered bench