Mar 8, 2013
+ christhepossiblehuman
"That's.. That's not, I mean--" Her breath has caught in her throat now, and the golden-haired girls hand has raised to her lips, fingers brushing over them to hide the way they've begun to tremble ever so slightly. It couldn't be. He was gone. Well this form of him anyhow. Her first Doctor. But her soft brown orbs were focusing on something that was not imaginary nor a figure of her own imagination. "Doctor...I.. Is tha' you?"