All my troubles seemed so far away,
Now it looks as though they're here to stay,
Oh, I believe in yesterday.
I'm not half the man I used to be,
There's a shadow hanging over me,
Oh, yesterday came suddenly. •
It's very cold.
It's very cold and she's having trouble sleeping.
It shouldn't be this cold out, but she hasn't slept like this before, curled up in the sewer and desperately fighting the urge to cry.
She's stronger than this. She knows she is.
Yesterday, she would've said she could do this. Yesterday, she would've looked straight in the eye of anyone who questioned her and said Yes. I'm not afraid of anything the universe has to throw at me.
But today, the universe threw it at her.
It threw it hard.
And now she's alone.
Yesterday, it would've seemed like it was no big deal. She was irritated with the Doctor anyway, for getting them into this situation, for stealing the rest of her chips. But the warehouse and the cold there wasn't nearly as cold because they were together. They kept each other warm. It was a cold shared.
She doesn't know what's going on up there. She doesn't know how badly Saxon is hurting them. She doesn't even really know if they're alive (Except Jack, he can't die and that makes her even more afraid for him).
Yesterday, she'd have said she could do this on her own.
Today, she isn't sure.
She pulls her jacket closer around herself and tries to find sleep.
Muse: Martha Jones
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 217