"Maybe we should get out of dodge, road-trip it somewhere else, set up shop back in London." Donna scoffs. "The Doctors more likely to look for me there, anyway, if he gets here. Any chance you've got any experience forging passports? Or maybe I could go to the embassy? Claim I got mugged..."
He's awfully quiet through all these musings. Donna glances over again and-
"Anthony?" She looks around for him, but there's no sign. Except... the sand's been shifting and that looks like a rather gaping hole in the ground that's rapidly crumbling inward. "Anthony!"
What the flip is even happening?! Donna drops to her knees and starts clawing the sand back, trying to get it away from the opening. He's tall. He's so tall. He can't be that far down. "Anthony! Call out to me. Are you there? Oh, god!" He might not be panicking, but she sure is.
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He's awfully quiet through all these musings. Donna glances over again and-
"Anthony?" She looks around for him, but there's no sign. Except... the sand's been shifting and that looks like a rather gaping hole in the ground that's rapidly crumbling inward. "Anthony!"
What the flip is even happening?! Donna drops to her knees and starts clawing the sand back, trying to get it away from the opening. He's tall. He's so tall. He can't be that far down. "Anthony! Call out to me. Are you there? Oh, god!" He might not be panicking, but she sure is.