Jun. 22nd, 2009

martha_jones: ([text] you kill me miss jones)
Following this.

When she woke up, she was surrounded by white. It was like waking from a dream in a cloud. Her body felt weightless, calm. She blinked and tried to focus. She was in a small, round room with bone-white walls and lying in a soft-fur bed as white as the rest of the room. Martha's dress had been replaced by a white tunic and skirt and her knee had been bandaged.

She put her hand to her leg. It didn't hurt.

Where was she? Where was Nameless?

A thin creature that looked as though it were made out of glass stepped into the room and raised a hand. It spoke to her in low, calm tones, but Martha couldn't understand it. After a moment, it gestured to a bowl of food, then turned and left.

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