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Silence.
Silence? No. No, almost silence.
Is there such a thing as almost silence?
There must be. For it is almost silent.
Panting. You can hear panting.
Oh, oh. What delight. Your thumb grazes across your left eyebrow. Then it moves to your nose.
You have an itch.
It must be this bush.
Sitting in this bush. Is it a bush? You have no idea what it is.
It's bushy, you think.
Really, when you have read "bushy" the thing you are sitting behind does fit that very description
And, it has many short branches and green things sticking out of it.
Itchy branches with green things sticking out of it.
It must be a bush.
How. How. Goodness, how your father would say you are becoming predictable.
So predictable. Why? Well, it would be written in a book wouldn't it?
"...hiding behind a bush..."
But you are not hiding.
"...watching behind a bush..."
Yes you are watching.
And listening.
Your dogs are panting. Not growling.
Have they finished?
Has the great Doctor reached out just far enough? Just far enough so they could grab onto his wrist?
If one wrist was grabbed, well then. Two could be grabbed.
And they could tug. For you left just enough...just enough that when they pulled hard enough. They could truly get to him.
Have they?
Have they gotten to him?