MEMORIES | {1st - Stars Themselves Series}

Forest of the Dead (1)

"Hey, who turned out the lights? Hey, who turned out the lights?" River turns and shoots the squareness gun on the wall

"This way, quickly. Move!"

"Hey, who turned out the lights?"

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The large moon is hanging high in the orange sky. River cuts a square in the wall with her gun and enters, the others following

"OK, we've got a clear spot. In, in, in! Right in the centre. In the middle of the light, quickly. Don't let your shadows cross. Doctor!"

"I'm doing it," he drops to the floor

"There's no lights here. Sunset's coming. We can't stay long. Have you found a live one?"

"Maybe. It's getting harder to tell," he bangs his screwdriver against his other hand "What's wrong with you?"

"Oi! What is it with you and hitting things? First, it's the TARDIS, and now your screwdriver?" Poppy groans

"We're going to need a chicken leg. Who's got a chicken leg? Thanks, Dave," She throws the meat into the shadow, and once again it is just bone before it hits the ground. "Okay. Okay, we've got a hot one. Watch your feet,"

"They won't attack until there's enough of them. But they've got our scent now. They're coming," the Doctor moves around the circle and Poppy stands by hi as River goes to sit in the semi-circle.

"Oh, yeah, who is he? You haven't even told us. You just expect us to trust him?" Dave looks to River

"He's the Doctor, and she's Poppy,"

"And who are they?"

"The only story you'll ever tell, if you survive them," Poppy looked up. She knew the Doctor was known throughout the universe, but her? She'd never heard of his other companions; they must just get lost in time and space. But apparently, she becomes as well-known as him. But no Donna...

"You say they're your friends, but they even know who you are,"

"They're a bit more than friends," River mutters "Listen, all you need to know is this. I'd trust that woman to the end of the universe. And actually, we've been. And she trusts him, 'till death do them part,

"they don't act like they trust you,"

"Yeah, there's a tiny problem. They haven't met me yet," River stands and stands next to Poppy, where The Doctor is still scanning shadows.

"What's wrong with it?" she asks, noticing his problem with the screwdriver

"There's a signal coming from somewhere, interfering with it,"

"Then use the red settings,"

"It doesn't have a red setting,"

"Well, use the dampers,"

"It doesn't have dampers,"

River takes out her screwdriver to show them "It will do one day," The Doctor takes it from River

"So, sometime in the future, I just give you my screwdriver,"

"As I said, Poppy does, yeah,"

"Why would I let her do that?"

"Oi, you don't let me do anything. I'm sure I had good reasons," Poppy turns to the Doctor in anger, she felt unusually protective over River.

"I didn't pluck it from your cold dead hands, if that's what you're worried about,"