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circular time: the spaces between
Feb. 12th, 2010 10:26 pm"-sort of dreamspace, you know," she says, words falling from her mouth like pebbles. They drop on the ground; and, like pebbles on water, the ground reverberates in circular motion, echoes of her voice dissipating into the space surrounding them.
The Doctor smiles, suddenly, sunnily; and offers a jelly baby from a small paper bag.
"This isn't me, yet," she tells the girl, earnest and gentle. "It might never be. Perhaps I killed off that man along with the clown. Someday, I might even find out."
She scans the crowds, hands thrust deep into her trouser pockets, her face half hidden in shadow. "It was for the best. And anyway, it doesn't matter here, not in circular time. It's a-"
The Doctor smiles, suddenly, sunnily; and offers a jelly baby from a small paper bag.
"This isn't me, yet," she tells the girl, earnest and gentle. "It might never be. Perhaps I killed off that man along with the clown. Someday, I might even find out."
She scans the crowds, hands thrust deep into her trouser pockets, her face half hidden in shadow. "It was for the best. And anyway, it doesn't matter here, not in circular time. It's a-"
