She runs. Runs for her life. The signal won't be off long, but she has to get away before he notices. Maybe she can hide for a day, an hour, a minute—get away from their control before another test comes.
Behind her, the dull thud of a Sontaran trooper sounds on the pavement. Just one, but one could still ruin everything… She flaps one wing, but the other, dangling loosely on her right side, drags in the dirt.
A sign dangles overhead, scribbled with words she cannot read. She shuffles through the door, trying to keep watch for anyone coming. Without watching her steps, it is too late to stop herself from tumbling down the stairs. When the tumbling stops, she sinks to the ground, curling up as small as she can. Her lips move, but no air is left for words. …