Martha Jones (

The footsteps make her nervous. More than she already is. And then, there it is. A giant dog/wolf/thing. Martha runs through everything she knows about dogs. Don't run right? Right that's what she's supposed to do? They chase if you run. But this thing is coming towards her anyway. She things. Martha tries to look at it's chest rather than it's eyes. She thinks there was something about looking a dog in the eyes.

A stick. She has a stick. "Good dog," she says as soothingly as she can muster. "Do you want to play fetch? See? Here look! Go get it!" And stupidly, she flings her stick away hoping he'll chase after it so she can get to a building.

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