"I see it." The Doctor shone the light around the region, walking closer. He bent down as soon as he'd cleared the bins. It was a woman, dressed normally enough, probably in her mid-20's. The more alarming thing was the condition of her shoulder. Something had definitely gotten a hold of her.
"Martha, can you do anything about that?" he asked, looking up at his companion.
However, a crash sounded not too far away in the gloom and the Doctor stood quickly, pointing his screwdriver into the alley. He saw it, standing there, hunched over and curious. A Weevil.
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Date: 2008-05-03 06:16 am (UTC)"Martha, can you do anything about that?" he asked, looking up at his companion.
However, a crash sounded not too far away in the gloom and the Doctor stood quickly, pointing his screwdriver into the alley. He saw it, standing there, hunched over and curious. A Weevil.