He's there.
No, his voice. It's just his voice. That tape is playing again. There's the girl, the blonde one.
She's oblivious to your menace.
Now she's speaking, talking to the clever man.
Not clever enough. He's mad, clever, brilliant, but you deceived him.
Now he relies on a human.
A human girl, oh, she's clever, but the human man is dim.
All babble and conspiracies, though that pen in his hand is what keeps the clever one talking.
The girl looks, peering over her shoulder. Your hands fly to your face. She's suspicious now, the man goes on, speaking wisdom of your race.
Lonely assassin, the words echo in your head. So lonely.
He speaks solemnly, now the human man is watching you.
The pen has stopped moving.
Your companions still move freely.
The clever man departs, forced by your observer's hand.
The Time Lord has warned her.
The dim one blinks.
~Julia Jabberjay, Whovian, singer, YouTuber, songwriter, can't-wait-to-turn-15-er, actress, stalker, writer, and fangirl.