JUST THREE MORE.
12th of April, 2012. Scotland.
Amidst the chaos, a wind had started in TORCHWOOD 6.2. It threw up papers in a whirlwind – and the eye of the storm was Vidic - Vidic with a mad gleam in his eye with his arms thrown open wide and laughing at the sound of a universe terrified. Darren McDonald threw himself to the ground, and crawled away from Vidic, sobbing in terror.
This was it.
They were all going to die.
And when the TARDIS began to appear as a dim outline in front of Vidic, McDonald didn't feel saved. All the other people – those TORCHWOOD arseholes who'd been in that thing said the noise meant salvation. It meant hope.
For McDonald, it meant only the end.
He sat up against the Animus, hugged his knees and sobbed.
There was the sound of breaking glass.
Subject Seventeen screamed.
'Help! Somebody, help me – please!'
Lucy's palm met the glass again and again. Her guard had fled when the alarms'd started sounding. She was all alone, and she was going to die alone.
And she had a feeling that it was all her fault.
'Please…somebody…' She sobbed, and fell to her knees as the lights flickered on and off.
That number. Fuck. She hoped she'd never see it again – but there it was, on the end of his mobile –
9. 6. 7. 4. 2.
'Help me.'
JUST A FEW MORE...