Thus far, this whole detour has been more or less par for the course. The only thing that's different about it is that the Doctor isn't at Martha's side, but the two of them haven't worked together in over a year now. She's used to working on her own these days, though back home she'd at least had UNIT'S support.
Either way, any worries she might have about her situation are shoved to the back of her mind as she races up the stairs of the mansion. She's eager to explore this whole place, but right now she only has one destination in mind, and it's the fifth floor.
She takes in some details on her way up, noticing that there are an awful lot of mirrors in this place. It's an odd detail, something that sticks in her mind because it's an aspect that makes the whole mansion feel the slightest bit off. It's the sort of detail that could have proved vital back when she'd been traveling with the Doctor, and that could easily remain the case now.
But later, she'll think about it later, after she's dealt with the injured man -- what had he said his name was, Zulf? Well, she can ask him just as soon as she's got him patched up.
It feels like ages, but she makes it to the fifth floor, slightly winded but still moving at a quick pace. All that running with the Doctor has certainly paid off. She locates the trail of blood quickly -- it's rather hard to miss, after all -- and then follows after it, one hand clenched tight in front of her chest. Her heart's practically beating out of it, but she lives for this kind of thing.
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Either way, any worries she might have about her situation are shoved to the back of her mind as she races up the stairs of the mansion. She's eager to explore this whole place, but right now she only has one destination in mind, and it's the fifth floor.
She takes in some details on her way up, noticing that there are an awful lot of mirrors in this place. It's an odd detail, something that sticks in her mind because it's an aspect that makes the whole mansion feel the slightest bit off. It's the sort of detail that could have proved vital back when she'd been traveling with the Doctor, and that could easily remain the case now.
But later, she'll think about it later, after she's dealt with the injured man -- what had he said his name was, Zulf? Well, she can ask him just as soon as she's got him patched up.
It feels like ages, but she makes it to the fifth floor, slightly winded but still moving at a quick pace. All that running with the Doctor has certainly paid off. She locates the trail of blood quickly -- it's rather hard to miss, after all -- and then follows after it, one hand clenched tight in front of her chest. Her heart's practically beating out of it, but she lives for this kind of thing.