oom : out the back door

Billy was always persuasive.

This was no exception. Doc had gone upstairs and changed into clothes that would be more suitable for riding around in the half-darkness and cold and then rejoined Billy downstairs, and took his coffee with him as they crunched along the dirty layer of snow towards the stables.

It was quiet. Almost a familiar quiet.

New Mexico was quiet too.

"So how far's the place where we can hole up for a bit 'fore Garrett comes near again," Doc asks, as they enter the stables through the smaller side door and head for the stall with their horses.

He was already smiling though. Maybe it was the prospect of doing something he was used to with a pal for a change.

oom: room 25...but not.

It starts the same as all the others.

The door is the wall.

He's lying alone in bed when he contemplates taking himself downstairs and celling himself to be able to be watched, since the Doctor wants him that badly. After everything he's heard the last two days, he's starting to consider it.

His eyes close.

Everything is fuzzy. He feels like he's on the drugs again, but he's not. He struggles to open his eyes, but he can't. He's lying alone in bed and trying to scream, trying to fight it, but he can't.

They slip shut.

The door is the wall.

( Only this time, it's different. )