They jump just in time to see their pursuers round the corner, their faces masks of absolute amazement.
She tucks her hands and feet, a harsh gasp escaping her lips as the cold of the water shocks her system. Numb fingers claw at the tumult, and she can't see. She tries to keep her breathing under control, but it's no use, being hammered as she is on all sides by the massive weight of the torrent.
Something tears at her sleeve and she grips the sonic screwdriver even tighter, feeling her body spin and tumble. There's a harsh crack and her vision dims and goes black.
Captain Data, have one utterly unconscious time travelling archaeologist of dubious origins. At least she still has a minute of air remaining?
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Date: 2010-11-06 06:23 am (UTC)She tucks her hands and feet, a harsh gasp escaping her lips as the cold of the water shocks her system. Numb fingers claw at the tumult, and she can't see. She tries to keep her breathing under control, but it's no use, being hammered as she is on all sides by the massive weight of the torrent.
Something tears at her sleeve and she grips the sonic screwdriver even tighter, feeling her body spin and tumble. There's a harsh crack and her vision dims and goes black.
Captain Data, have one utterly unconscious time travelling archaeologist of dubious origins. At least she still has a minute of air remaining?