"Ouch... you're on my... get off! ... Is that...? Is that your hand?"
"Yes..."
"Why is it on my...?"
"I was trying to get your arm Song... Is it not...?"
"Well it clearly isn't my arm is it !"
"Oh... I thought... never mind..." The Doctor rolled onto his back looking up at the underside of the long caravan that they'd crawled underneath. It was the fourth one they'd been under and already River was beginning to tire of the lack of information she was being provided with. As once more the green sonic light lit up their faces she sighed loudly in exasperation.
"Why are we doing this? We should be out there investigating," she complained. The Doctor paused in mid-sonic, releasing the button, he turned to her.
"These homes were lived in at one time or another so there's probably a psychic imprint left which we can read from and any information about what's going on here will be handy... all houses have ghosts River... remember that... just ghosts... memories... nothing more... besides... do you want to get caught by whatever is out there?" He let out a long sigh upon deciding that his sentence was over. As he was about to continue extracting the information he needed the already dim lights went out plunging them into complete darkness. River's hand instinctively clamped onto the Doctor's tightly, "Sshh," he whispered before rolling over; he started to make his way towards the edge of the caravan. River tried to pull him back, the last thing they needed was to disappear like the people before them, "I need to see," he insisted wriggling his way along the floor. Scrambling after him River shuffled to take her place beside him squinting out into the darkness. It was impossible now to distinguish between all the motor homes, in fact in was impossible to see more than a few inches in front of their faces. She held her PDA out in front of her, the screen lit up her pale and worried face; she tried as best she could to type silently, "No!" the Doctor hissed pressing the illuminated screen into the floor throwing them once more into darkness. He pulled a pair of infra red binoculars from his jacket pocket and held them to his eyes moving his vision slowly from right to left. He could see various heat signatures coming from the various motor homes; people, fireplaces, stoves. Then he noticed it, moving slowly amongst the homes. Always hidden against another source of heat the Doctor couldn't quite make out its shape in its entirety. His withheld breath was finally noticed by River.
"What is it?" she asked calmly.
"I don't know... but it's on the move..." he whispered shuffling around to keep the thing in sight. River's patience finally snapped; reaching into the darkness she hit the binoculars out of his grip. They fell with a tiny clatter onto the soft grass, "River!" he protested as she rolled him over straddling him in their hiding place. He wriggled and wriggled; she wasn't about to let him go just yet. Pinning his flailing arms to the floor beside his head she managed to stifle his complaining by pressing her lips firmly against his until he reciprocated. With an unexpected last ditch attempt to escape on the Doctor's part River released him long enough to catch his breath before sealing her lips against his once more. He let a muffled moan escape him as he allowed himself to enjoy this rare occurrence with River. He relaxed long enough for her release his hands, they were slowly working their way up her body when the sound of heavy padded footsteps began to grow out of the darkness with quickening pace. They froze realising the amount of noise they must have been making.
"River..." he said firmly, "Run" They bolted out from under the caravan. Through the darkness River grabbed his shoulder and stole a final kiss from him.
"Be careful sweetie," she breathed in his ear before she darted off into the maze. The Doctor stood dazed for a moment; he reached up gently touching his lips with his finger tips. Her kiss burned and lingered there, it was meaningful... and deep... and powerful...and...
"... and why... aren't I running?" he hissed at himself feeling the heavy thudding almost upon him. His legs sprung into action hurtling him forwards, he squinted unable to see a thing in front of him, "Ooh," he gasped reaching into his pocket and retrieving his sunglasses. Thrusting them onto his face, they helped only slightly, "Damnit!" tearing them off again he threw them roughly to the floor not having time to put them back. His hands fished hurriedly in his insanely large pockets; surely there was something useful in them. His legs ached as he pressed on unaware of how close the pursuer was now due his own loud pounding footsteps. Everything around him seemed invisible amongst the pitch black maze, blood rushed to his face, it pounded through his ears with every step almost deafening him. Deciding that his only way out of this mess with his life would rely on the sole use of his sonic screwdriver, he held tightly onto it as he continued on. Feeling a spurt of adrenaline his pace quickened hurtling him head first into a solid metal motor home. With a sickening crunch he stuck to it for a moment, the wind completely knocked out of him, before sliding down it into a pathetic heap on the floor. His eyes tried to focus skywards, his head struggled to lift from the floor before he slowly blinked his way into unconsciousness.