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This...wasn't Gallifrey. This wasn't the banks of the Lethe. This was the middle of a street in...Rassilon only knows where. Glancing left and right in confusion, Koschei bunched his hands at his sides, gritting his teeth together as his hearts pounded in his chest. This wasn't right. This wasn't where he was supposed to be. How'd he get here? It didn't make any sense. How'd he... Where was Theta?
He'd had been right behind him. He'd been RIGHT BEHIND HIM! There wasn't any way that they could have gotten separated with barely three feet of leeway. Koschei raised his hands, pressing them against his temples to try and calm the pounding that had been provoked by his confusion, "Theta?" Koschei called weakly at first. That was, until the anger set in. "Theta! Where are you? You said you wouldn't leave! You said you wouldn't leave me alone! YOU PROMISED!"
But he was clearly alone. Alone and lost. Alone, lost, and confused. Three feelings that he absolutely hated.
He'd had been right behind him. He'd been RIGHT BEHIND HIM! There wasn't any way that they could have gotten separated with barely three feet of leeway. Koschei raised his hands, pressing them against his temples to try and calm the pounding that had been provoked by his confusion, "Theta?" Koschei called weakly at first. That was, until the anger set in. "Theta! Where are you? You said you wouldn't leave! You said you wouldn't leave me alone! YOU PROMISED!"
But he was clearly alone. Alone and lost. Alone, lost, and confused. Three feelings that he absolutely hated.