[1] Amy's been a lot of strange places with the Doctor -- and without the Doctor, for that matter. Space Florida, the Byzantium, the moon of Gorgoror, and untold times, future and past on Earth. She'd been stuck, consumed, kidnapped, and separated from the Doctor and Rory more times than she could count, and this was just another one. Probably.
All she had to do was wait. So in the meantime, she observed.
A mixture of humans and... she wouldn't have called them humans but there were others with varying degrees of humanoid characteristics, ranging from being completely average looking with scales or horns to... well. Walking, talking rocks creatures among them. She closed the pamphlet that had been pushed into her hands, murmured a quiet "excuse me," and stepped out of one such creature's path down the street, and they passed by. If that didn't beat all.
Curiosity overtook her, and she stopped the next person (creature?) she was passing by. "Excuse me, I'm sorry, but do you have the time?" she asked, smiling pleasantly.
[2] The city gave way to smaller, quieter neighborhoods, and eventually it all faded into quiet fields and forest. Forests had never been quite the same for Amy after getting lost in the Byzantium with Weeping Angels hot on her heels, but there was at least one thing about them that brought her a sort of comfort: the only water in the forest is the River.
She found herself lost quite easily -- or at least it seemed like she kept coming back to the same place. She knelt down at the fork in the path and looked around for a moment. There were rocks in the soil, if she collected enough, she could build a small cairn to mark where she'd been and which direction she'd already taken.
Probably should have done that to begin with. Better late than never. She could do with a sonic screwdriver right about now. (What for, she couldn't say, as it didn't do wood. But it was a right useful little tool, even if it didn't come with the Doctor attached.)
[3] She'd been here too long, and this is what waiting was getting her.
First it was the teeth, which she could handle. No big deal, she'd lived through braces, she could live through her canines elongating. Vampire, they'd told her knowingly. Amy had seen vampires before, and they'd turned out to be space fish, so who really knew?
But she knew it had to be true when she started smelling the blood -- and not just spilled blood either, like at a slaughterhouse or a crime scene. She knew what it smelled like still in the vein. A human walking in touching distance was a temptation almost too great to resist. Even the tiniest, most delicate heartbeat called to her and she wanted to stop it. She needed to stop it, and feel the blood hot on her tongue.
God, it was gross to think about. But if she wanted to find Rory, or the Doctor, and leave, she would have to survive. She would have to succumb eventually.
Amy Pond || Doctor Who
Amy's been a lot of strange places with the Doctor -- and without the Doctor, for that matter. Space Florida, the Byzantium, the moon of Gorgoror, and untold times, future and past on Earth. She'd been stuck, consumed, kidnapped, and separated from the Doctor and Rory more times than she could count, and this was just another one. Probably.
All she had to do was wait. So in the meantime, she observed.
A mixture of humans and... she wouldn't have called them humans but there were others with varying degrees of humanoid characteristics, ranging from being completely average looking with scales or horns to... well. Walking, talking rocks creatures among them. She closed the pamphlet that had been pushed into her hands, murmured a quiet "excuse me," and stepped out of one such creature's path down the street, and they passed by. If that didn't beat all.
Curiosity overtook her, and she stopped the next person (creature?) she was passing by. "Excuse me, I'm sorry, but do you have the time?" she asked, smiling pleasantly.
[2]
The city gave way to smaller, quieter neighborhoods, and eventually it all faded into quiet fields and forest. Forests had never been quite the same for Amy after getting lost in the Byzantium with Weeping Angels hot on her heels, but there was at least one thing about them that brought her a sort of comfort: the only water in the forest is the River.
She found herself lost quite easily -- or at least it seemed like she kept coming back to the same place. She knelt down at the fork in the path and looked around for a moment. There were rocks in the soil, if she collected enough, she could build a small cairn to mark where she'd been and which direction she'd already taken.
Probably should have done that to begin with. Better late than never. She could do with a sonic screwdriver right about now. (What for, she couldn't say, as it didn't do wood. But it was a right useful little tool, even if it didn't come with the Doctor attached.)
[3]
She'd been here too long, and this is what waiting was getting her.
First it was the teeth, which she could handle. No big deal, she'd lived through braces, she could live through her canines elongating. Vampire, they'd told her knowingly. Amy had seen vampires before, and they'd turned out to be space fish, so who really knew?
But she knew it had to be true when she started smelling the blood -- and not just spilled blood either, like at a slaughterhouse or a crime scene. She knew what it smelled like still in the vein. A human walking in touching distance was a temptation almost too great to resist. Even the tiniest, most delicate heartbeat called to her and she wanted to stop it. She needed to stop it, and feel the blood hot on her tongue.
God, it was gross to think about. But if she wanted to find Rory, or the Doctor, and leave, she would have to survive. She would have to succumb eventually.