The Master led her through the ruined city, silent mostly. Occasionally he would order her to stop, keep as still as possible, until he fired off a few arcs of light into the darkness and something fell screaming to the ground.
He rarely turned to look at her, but he could feel her ploddingly human presence always just a step behind him, and though he would never admit it to himself, it was strangely comforting.
They made it to what might have once been a bridge, over what might have been a river, but was now little more than a pile of rubble in a dry, scraping hollow, and the Master stopped abruptly, knelt and scooped a handful of sandy dirt. He passed the screwdriver over it, let it run through his fingers thoughtfully, and finally stood up.
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Date: 2009-09-29 06:07 am (UTC)He rarely turned to look at her, but he could feel her ploddingly human presence always just a step behind him, and though he would never admit it to himself, it was strangely comforting.
They made it to what might have once been a bridge, over what might have been a river, but was now little more than a pile of rubble in a dry, scraping hollow, and the Master stopped abruptly, knelt and scooped a handful of sandy dirt. He passed the screwdriver over it, let it run through his fingers thoughtfully, and finally stood up.
"It may be safe enough here."