[ Don't ask him what he's doing out on the harbor at midnight. Apparently an oyster shucker never rests, even when it's after the hours when people don't need any oysters shucked. Which is why it's the perfect time for him to explore.
Unfortunately, or fortunately, being transported to a different world hasn't stopped his penchant for finding trouble (although he'd argue that trouble found him). He's by the harbors, trying to see if he can locate any of the burial coffins on the off chance one had been forgotten or left behind. The answer will forever remain elusive however as the town begins to twist and break.
Before chaos breaks out he spots the figure at the end of the pier. He doesn't think much of it - until he hears her scream. He knows that scream. It'd be impossible to forget. His hearts hammer in his chest, urging him, screaming at him to save Clara Oswald. It doesn't matter that the ground beneath him twists and turns. Perhaps it's sheer will, or maybe the twisting has stopped for now but he reaches what is left of the end of the pier, reaching out to grab her hand.
He heaves her up onto what is left of solid ground barely giving her time recover before he's lurching her up by the armpits. They don't have much time. The wood is rotting again. But that won't stop him from scolding her. ]
Are you out of your mind? What do you think you're doing - out on the pier without a life jacket?
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Unfortunately, or fortunately, being transported to a different world hasn't stopped his penchant for finding trouble (although he'd argue that trouble found him). He's by the harbors, trying to see if he can locate any of the burial coffins on the off chance one had been forgotten or left behind. The answer will forever remain elusive however as the town begins to twist and break.
Before chaos breaks out he spots the figure at the end of the pier. He doesn't think much of it - until he hears her scream. He knows that scream. It'd be impossible to forget. His hearts hammer in his chest, urging him, screaming at him to save Clara Oswald. It doesn't matter that the ground beneath him twists and turns. Perhaps it's sheer will, or maybe the twisting has stopped for now but he reaches what is left of the end of the pier, reaching out to grab her hand.
He heaves her up onto what is left of solid ground barely giving her time recover before he's lurching her up by the armpits. They don't have much time. The wood is rotting again. But that won't stop him from scolding her. ]
Are you out of your mind? What do you think you're doing - out on the pier without a life jacket?