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[bit_impossible]

[currently, the Doctor is crawling on the floor in the entrance of the ballroom, occasionally stopping to look and feel under the couches for something. he doesn't show it, but he's been rather shaken up--and he certainly is not happy]

Come on out! I know you're here somewhere. You've got to be! I felt you before you--[he pauses, his hand suddenly darting under a plush chair]--did whatever you did a few moments ago.


[ooc: The Doctor had to make a choice! When you tag in, I'll leave you a little message in his reply back so you know what's up~]

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[bonnypiperlad]

You can't? That's not good, Doctor. What if someone gets upset and tries to hurt ye when they realize it?

[He agrees whole-heartedly with the Doctor's next words, and nods rather fervently.] Aye. I'd not want to have to choose between those two. I'm not sure I'd want to choose anything at all, if ye must know.

[bit_impossible]

Then, it's something I'll have to deal with when the time comes. I'm a fantastic runner, you know. Even better than before. [grins]

Well...normally, I'd say you've always got a choice, even the choice not to choose, but...not this time. I was snatched from the Plane and found myself in a small room with a computer screen and armchair--and not a particularly comfortable one, either. If I didn't choose, I'd probably be still there now.

[bonnypiperlad]

[dryly] Aye, well, I suppose those legs of yours are long enough now for it.

[There's a frown that develops, though, when he hears that.] So they're forcing ye into it, then. I don't like it, Doctor.

[bit_impossible]

No, neither do I. But I've got a feeling about why they are, and it makes me wonder why they waited so long to do anything.

[bonnypiperlad]

Waited so long? What do ye think it is, then?

[bit_impossible]

Not a 'what', but a 'who'. Whoever is behind this has got to be the same person behind Weber and King Big'un. [he pauses briefly] Pestilence.

[bonnypiperlad]

[He hadn't thought of that, but it makes sense. Too much sense, and his lips press together in a rather displeased sort of way. If that's the case, though, Jamie has an idea about why it took so long for Pestilence took so long to make another move.]

Maybe it was because he wanted to make us think we were safe. Have us let our guard down.