Rose sat, huddled in the cave. Outside, it was starting to snow.
Rose watched, shivering in her soaking clothes, the first feathery flakes drifting through the twilight sky. Her expression was bitter.
It seemed impossible that only that morning she had been missing Winter. Wanting it to snow. Begging the Doctor to take them somewhere they could ski. He'd caved in, as he always did, grinning and blushing and feigning annoyance.
Christ, the Doctor. Rose's stomach lurched sickeningly when she thought of him. Where was he? Was he even alive? She had no idea. She wasn't even sure when she'd lost him, just that it had been somewhere along that hellish mountain path, while they strained to keep ahead of the creatures hunting them...
Rose shuddered again. At least the creatures had gone, she thought. But it was a small comfort. They'd only left when, snarling and snapping, they realised they couldn't worm their long bodies into the cave to reach her.
But the cave was shallow and cramped, probably the burrow of some small mammal. Rose doubted she would be able to spend the night in there. And then...what then? She had no way of telling if the creatures were waiting outside for her.
And what if the Doctor was alive? What if he needed her? He could be lying unconscious at the bottom of a ravine, for all she knew, or being torn apart by those creatures.
Rose sobbed, forgetting her resolve not to cry. She had to think of a way out. She had to find the Doctor. Night was falling, and the hours before the cold overwhelmed her were numbered. She had to think fast.
With tears falling silently down her cheeks, Rose thought back to that morning.
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A/N: Just
wondering if anyone thinks this would make for an interesting
story.
Please let me know! This is a democracy, after all!