[ Though not a believer in much of magic and omens at all before he'd arrived here, the course of the day contained far too many disturbances for the Doctor to just carry on as though nothing at all terrible might happen. He's been on high alert from the moment he sensed time beginning to shift again, extra worried about the ones he loves most, doing his best to check in on everyone while also investigating the signs of decay and rot, and everything changing.
Something is going to happen, something terrible, and he seeks to stop it before it does.
But he wasn't exactly anticipating this, and he's caught off guard, unable to keep the dead from rising. But he can help and he will, where he's needed most. Having his messages from Clara unreturned earlier, he assumes she'd been caught by some of the dead and unable to speak, lest she alert them to her presence. He's grateful yet again for his watch that tells him exactly how far away she is, even if not her exact coordinates. But it brings him closer, close enough that he's able to work out the building she must be trapped in, and he begins to dodge his way carefully inside, counting on her still being alive.
The alternative simply cannot be an option. He won't allow for that possibility. She's alive in here, he's going to find her, and she'll be safe. His hearts are pounding as he moves down the hall, worried at what he'll find, and even more concerned when he sees her on the ground with one of the dead over her. Already alerted to her presence, there's no risk in calling to it now. ]
Oi! Over here!
[ It's thankfully drawn immediately to him and the Doctor reflexively dodges its sluggish movements as he hurries to Clara's side, lifting her up into his arms and dashing with her towards an empty room for now. ]
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Something is going to happen, something terrible, and he seeks to stop it before it does.
But he wasn't exactly anticipating this, and he's caught off guard, unable to keep the dead from rising. But he can help and he will, where he's needed most. Having his messages from Clara unreturned earlier, he assumes she'd been caught by some of the dead and unable to speak, lest she alert them to her presence. He's grateful yet again for his watch that tells him exactly how far away she is, even if not her exact coordinates. But it brings him closer, close enough that he's able to work out the building she must be trapped in, and he begins to dodge his way carefully inside, counting on her still being alive.
The alternative simply cannot be an option. He won't allow for that possibility. She's alive in here, he's going to find her, and she'll be safe. His hearts are pounding as he moves down the hall, worried at what he'll find, and even more concerned when he sees her on the ground with one of the dead over her. Already alerted to her presence, there's no risk in calling to it now. ]
Oi! Over here!
[ It's thankfully drawn immediately to him and the Doctor reflexively dodges its sluggish movements as he hurries to Clara's side, lifting her up into his arms and dashing with her towards an empty room for now. ]
Clara! Say something. Anything, anything at all.