There’s that distant rattling – you know, the passing between a mother and daughter; just rattling back and forth; sometimes for the sense of just going but that isn’t them, really, he knows that, they rattle in sound because that’s who they are.
He smiles. That’s something he remembers about Rory: her mother.
Maybe that’s the way it should be, remembering the woman behind the woman behind the woman. He puts his headphones back on, resuming his run.
I haven’t done fandom in the longest time but I really truly can’t resist.










