The Devil in the Wishing Well

I was glad it wasn't raining. I've never been fond of the rain, and the image of Mulgore crying after Cairne fell was a little too fresh in my mind. I wanted to feel calm, peaceful and collected, but I was nervous enough to pace in a very unlady-like fashion.

I didn't see the Doctor approach at first, didn't realise he hadn't selected the site and I would have to show him the way, didn't even remember where it was for a moment. Fortunately, I had a map, and I didn't get us lost along the way. We reached the Pavilion, and though annoyed by the presence of the Elf who never seems to leave, Doctor Vines declared it potentially acceptable. We continued to examine it as we waited for Anastascia. Well, he examined it, I examined him.

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