Eva barely has time to take in the atrocious pattern on the handkerchief (pink and brown plaid) before she has it to her bleeding lip. She would be shaking her other fist at the skies, except she needs it to grab the railing and keep from getting bowled over by the rock of the dinghy again.
And then she just comes right out and says it, because there's no use denying it. "It's a waterfall!"
What can they do? They can't abandon ship, the waves are too volatile and either way, they'll still end up sucked over the edge. The human body, or a Timelord body, she imagines, can't fight that sort of current.
"Hold tight and let go at the last minute!" She can't tell how much of that he hears from her, but she holds the railing now with both hands. The handkerchief goes whirling off into the mist somewhere, and she hopes to God that the water doesn't go as far down as it sounds like it does. Or that Timelords can fly.
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Date: 2012-05-22 11:23 pm (UTC)And then she just comes right out and says it, because there's no use denying it. "It's a waterfall!"
What can they do? They can't abandon ship, the waves are too volatile and either way, they'll still end up sucked over the edge. The human body, or a Timelord body, she imagines, can't fight that sort of current.
"Hold tight and let go at the last minute!" She can't tell how much of that he hears from her, but she holds the railing now with both hands. The handkerchief goes whirling off into the mist somewhere, and she hopes to God that the water doesn't go as far down as it sounds like it does. Or that Timelords can fly.