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theoldgirlAs much as the TARDIS enjoys joining the Doctor on his investigations of the rift and other anomalies in the city, she really doesn't care for getting separated from him in the crowded entrance room of a museum while her head is practically swimming with uncomfortable rift interference. She can sense he's still in the building, so she settles for staying near the exit rather than running after him, knowing he'll come back to her again sooner or later, as he always does.
Besides, she's not particularly keen on getting closer to whatever anomaly is in this place; it's almost familiar in a way she can't quite put her finger on, hair-raising and bitter, but whenever she thinks she recognizes it, another spike in chaotic rift energy throws her off. Better to just stay here, idly looking over the paintings lined up on the walls, though she's too distracted to really see them until one does catch her eye.
A winged figure descending from the clouds upon a city in flames. That certainly stirs memories, and she halts in front of the painting to stare at it unhappily. A glance at the label tells her it's called The Last Angel, and that fills her with a deep sadness, like sympathy and loneliness. But that's silly, it's just a painting, and Gabriel isn't the last of his kind, and she really ought to stop dwelling on him once and for all. Still, she doesn't take her eyes off the figure quite yet.
Besides, she's not particularly keen on getting closer to whatever anomaly is in this place; it's almost familiar in a way she can't quite put her finger on, hair-raising and bitter, but whenever she thinks she recognizes it, another spike in chaotic rift energy throws her off. Better to just stay here, idly looking over the paintings lined up on the walls, though she's too distracted to really see them until one does catch her eye.
A winged figure descending from the clouds upon a city in flames. That certainly stirs memories, and she halts in front of the painting to stare at it unhappily. A glance at the label tells her it's called The Last Angel, and that fills her with a deep sadness, like sympathy and loneliness. But that's silly, it's just a painting, and Gabriel isn't the last of his kind, and she really ought to stop dwelling on him once and for all. Still, she doesn't take her eyes off the figure quite yet.
