Warning Call
Mar. 20th, 2010 06:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rabidsamfanPaddington Station was crowded and noisy, the train to Cardiff packed with small, dark haired folk all chattering amongst themselves in the musical language of their destination. Alfie clung to his grandmother's hand, craning his neck in every direction.
"Are you sure you'll be all right, doctor?" he asked me somberly. "All alone like this? Are you sure?"
"I'll be fine," I told him, although my own hand did not want to leave go of Mary's.
"It's just..." He bit his lip. "It feels like a mistake. We're running away. And if we go, things won't ever be the same."
"Are you sure you'll be all right, doctor?" he asked me somberly. "All alone like this? Are you sure?"
"I'll be fine," I told him, although my own hand did not want to leave go of Mary's.
"It's just..." He bit his lip. "It feels like a mistake. We're running away. And if we go, things won't ever be the same."
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Date: 2010-03-20 10:21 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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