It's the Doctor's voice - but Jamie needs no encouragement. He's already taken off, his feet pounding against the metal floor as they both flee down a series of shiny-walled corridors. They were trying to free Victoria, but they couldn't. It had gone horribly wrong, and now she and her father were dead. And they were coming.
Jamie ran.
They came to an intersection. Two choices. Left or right. They pause, trying to catch their breath.
"Jamie, you go that way. I'll go this way, try to draw them off."
"No, Doctor - I'm staying with you."
"I'll be fine, Jamie," the Doctor says, with a kindly smile. "Now go."
Jamie, reluctantly, goes. He's only a short way down his corridor when he hears the echoing sound of their movement from the other direction. It seems the Doctor's plan worked. Jamie is about to turn back, determined to help him anyway, when he hears a horrific sound and sees the reflection of a sickly, greenish light.
There is a cry, then the sound of a body hitting the floor.
"Doctor!" The words are torn from Jamie's throat, but he knows he can't stop, he can't go back, or they'll get him too. He runs, and they, drawn by his voice, follow.
They look somewhat like salt shakers, with bumps. Their heads swivel towards him, eyestalks glowing faintly in the dim light. He can see their suction-cup capped arms on one side, while the deadly guns on the other move as they try to get a fix on him, and he can hear their metallic, alien-sounding voices rising together in unison as they chase him down.
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It's the Doctor's voice - but Jamie needs no encouragement. He's already taken off, his feet pounding against the metal floor as they both flee down a series of shiny-walled corridors. They were trying to free Victoria, but they couldn't. It had gone horribly wrong, and now she and her father were dead. And they were coming.
Jamie ran.
They came to an intersection. Two choices. Left or right. They pause, trying to catch their breath.
"Jamie, you go that way. I'll go this way, try to draw them off."
"No, Doctor - I'm staying with you."
"I'll be fine, Jamie," the Doctor says, with a kindly smile. "Now go."
Jamie, reluctantly, goes. He's only a short way down his corridor when he hears the echoing sound of their movement from the other direction. It seems the Doctor's plan worked. Jamie is about to turn back, determined to help him anyway, when he hears a horrific sound and sees the reflection of a sickly, greenish light.
There is a cry, then the sound of a body hitting the floor.
"Doctor!" The words are torn from Jamie's throat, but he knows he can't stop, he can't go back, or they'll get him too. He runs, and they, drawn by his voice, follow.
They look somewhat like salt shakers, with bumps. Their heads swivel towards him, eyestalks glowing faintly in the dim light. He can see their suction-cup capped arms on one side, while the deadly guns on the other move as they try to get a fix on him, and he can hear their metallic, alien-sounding voices rising together in unison as they chase him down.
"EX-TER-MIN-ATE! EX-TER-MIN-ATE!"