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Rose M. Tyler (jeopardysfriend) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

She was dreaming, as she knew she would, but they weren't the nightmares that Rose had feared. It was a rather nice dream, actually, of introducing her new friend to the TARDIS and the Doctor teasing her for picking up another one and then they showed him that planet they'd visited with nothing but flowers. Sighing in her sleep, she rolled over, taking the blanket with her.

And then, instinctively, she froze. Slowly, ever so slowly, she opened her eyes. The barn was dark but she could still see, and she saw the shadow of a man nearby. Oh, hell. She knew she'd been an idiot to do this. He'd seemed so trustworthy, though! And then the voice called out.

She knew that voice.

Taking a deep breath and gripping the blanket for dear life, Rose sat up slowly. "Hello?" she called, not daring to hope she was right. They were all prisoners here. That's what Gambit had told her. All of them. But prisoners could go mad after enough captivity. And hell, for all she knew, so was she. "I... Who's there?" It was a barn, there had to be items worthy of weapons around. Where was a pitchfork when she needed one?