Inside your head [ I'm slightly worried ]
You're lost.
You're
lost.
It wasn't a forest. It wasn't a city. It was something else, a twisted mix inbetween, folded into itself, like two merging realities. None of them was good.
There weren't trees, except there were. They were made of glass and steel, swallowing the streets like iron ivy and hawthorn, and the skyscrapers loomed over the empty hollow paths the streets had become, swaying in a dark nonexistent wind. The sky was a dreadful patchwork, ragged and shaky as if there were things trying to get through it, pulling at the seams. In the distance, the changing horizon was shaped like a mountain chain.
There is
no way
home.
The streetlights were dark orange and died one by one, falling apart to the dark dust and the dead leaves that covered the ground.
The Doctor turned the next corner, stumbled forward and fell to his knees. The ground around him looked gummy, viscous and thick, made of shadows. As soon as his hands touched the ground, it clinged to him, covering his fingers and pulling at his clothes as if to swallow him. He tensed with a roar, pulling violently to free himself, and staggered to his feet.
Where are you
even running
to anymore?
He took a few steps forward, turning his head brusquely to meet Amy's gaze. He narrowed his eyes. His shoulders were shaking.
You should stop
and
rest.
"Go away" He shouted "Now. Go. Away!"