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Dec. 4th, 2013 08:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
[It's not exactly common, stuff ending up in the Vortex, but there are times when certain objects manage to slip through little holes in time and end up floating in time itself. So, when Oswin heads into the console room only to see a messy stack of letters caught in the TARDIS doors, she's not extremely surprised. Curious, more like, as is her perogative. Which is why it doesn't take long for her to pull them free and flip through a few of the tattered envelopes. Some of the writing is faded and old, but all the envelopes have one thing in common.
They're all addressed to her.
Frowning, Oswin settles down on the jumpseat, hesitating before ripping one of them open and reading through the contents of the letter. And another. And another. And another.
In just a few minutes, she's surrounded by empty, torn-up envelopes, one hand pressed to her mouth has she reads the final one. Inhaling softly, she closes her eyes and wills her tears to stop welling up. Her hand trembles and Oswin sets the letter aside with the others, trying to compose herself.]
...Doctor? [Chances are, he's underneath the console, working on the TARDIS. If not, she can go and find him.
There's somewhere she needs to go.]
They're all addressed to her.
Frowning, Oswin settles down on the jumpseat, hesitating before ripping one of them open and reading through the contents of the letter. And another. And another. And another.
In just a few minutes, she's surrounded by empty, torn-up envelopes, one hand pressed to her mouth has she reads the final one. Inhaling softly, she closes her eyes and wills her tears to stop welling up. Her hand trembles and Oswin sets the letter aside with the others, trying to compose herself.]
...Doctor? [Chances are, he's underneath the console, working on the TARDIS. If not, she can go and find him.
There's somewhere she needs to go.]