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got2haveasmith (got2haveasmith) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

Sarah nodded, admitting to herself that it really did. She wasn't a fan of swear words in general, which helped her prefer the former to the latter. "It doesn't seem like something you'd say, necessarily," she said. "You didn't coin the phrase."

"He was gathering parts for the modulator when I met him here," she said, thinking back to the amusement park. "He said 60-40 chance at best, once its finished." Not the best odds, but better than nil, so Sarah Jane was quite happy with them. Besides, even at a 1 in a thousand chance, the Doctor usually came out trumps. If he thought there was any chance of the modulator working, then Sarah believed in it as well.

She opened her eyes as she felt Jack take her face in his hands, and took a deep breath. Her journalist's memory wasn't always pleasant to utilize, but Jack needed to know. "Out in the woods, between the carnival and the gas station, maybe about a hundred meters from the road, there was a body half-buried in the snow. A woman, slender, dark-skinned, clothes too dirty to tell what they'd been aside from trousers and a shirt. Hard to say what had killed her. The woman I met when I first arrived, GLaDOS, couldn't tell either. But her face...." Sarah shuddered for a moment. "There was nothing left of it, Jack. No way to tell what the woman had looked like before she died. It had been clawed or sliced completely. GLaDOS said she thought the wounds were done post mortem." She held Jack's gaze. "Have there been other incidents like this?" she asked, not entirely sure she wanted an answer. "Any other bodies like that one?"