None of his words were making sense, she was catching every other word and trying desperately to fill in the gaps, to string them together in her mind to form sentences that actually meant something. But it didn't matter, the constant stream of apparently disconnected words were enough to keep her with him.
Above the traffic, above the hiss of the air brakes of the bus that had stopped right next to her, startling her. Where had it come from? It had just appeared. She couldn't see past it, the line of alighting passengers seemed to stretch on forever. He was behind them, he had to be, she'd heard the TARDIS landing, and they were stopping her from seeing him. He was here and these people seemed to be melding into a fence between them.
"They're in my way Doctor, the people. The bus."
The queue wasn't long at all, and the view of the TARDIS was only slightly obscured. Astrid's lucidity was fading fast and the hallucinations of nearly five days and four nights with no sleep were taking hold of her panic and amplifying it.
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Above the traffic, above the hiss of the air brakes of the bus that had stopped right next to her, startling her. Where had it come from? It had just appeared. She couldn't see past it, the line of alighting passengers seemed to stretch on forever. He was behind them, he had to be, she'd heard the TARDIS landing, and they were stopping her from seeing him. He was here and these people seemed to be melding into a fence between them.
"They're in my way Doctor, the people. The bus."
The queue wasn't long at all, and the view of the TARDIS was only slightly obscured. Astrid's lucidity was fading fast and the hallucinations of nearly five days and four nights with no sleep were taking hold of her panic and amplifying it.