Day 30, Early Evening
Who: Sarah Jane Smith and OPEN!
What: Lost in thought and could use a friendly face to shake her out of her circling thoughts
When: Day 30, early evening (6-ish?)
Where: Sort-of wandering between the Gym and the Museum
Rating: PG (?)
Status: Active.



The snow didn't bother Sarah Jane, not too much, at least. She was full for the first time since she'd been trapped in that bunker, and she was physically all right. Emotionally.... Well, that was a different story. She hadn't really been in the mood for company, despite having gone down to the gym to check on Ianto. He'd been sleeping when she'd popped her head in and, not wanting to disturb him, she'd left him be. She had remembered to set a little plate of grapes down for him, as he'd asked, before she crept away from his bedside. Knowing he was in one piece helped cheer her considerably, but she still couldn't make the images of the previous days go away.

Talking with the Doctor over the journals had helped, but even that was just talk, at this point. There really wasn't much they could do. And Sarah Jane hated feeling helpless. That the Management could do such things at any time...that was what scared Sarah Jane the most. Despite her affirmation to the Doctor that she would continue to fight - and she couldn't not fight, she knew deep down - how could they hope to win if their captors could simply take over their minds like that and force them to do such horrible things to each other?

She'd had her share of being imprisoned over the years - hypnotised, possessed by aliens, forced to work for aliens and humans alike on things that could have killed her and others - but nothing was quite like this. Nothing felt quite so...final. And that was what worried her, despite the repeated assurances she left for others in the journals that they could and would fight and get out. On paper, she could do it; she was just glad she hadn't had to say it out loud today, else her bravado might be caught out as false.

She'd chatted amicably enough with people when she'd taken her food from the gym - eaten her fill and then stuffed the pockets of her leather jacket full of things she could take back to her little closet at the museum - but she'd been glad not to have to do more than just chat and ask after others. A tight smile, a nod, and a very English "I'm fine," were the limit of her responses when her own health and well-being was asked after. Perhaps she could just take a nice rest under her tapestry, and awaken to find that this had been one long, horrible nightmare. Although, she wasn't sure if that would make it any better.

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