As the world shifts in reverse, so do the shadows - white to grey to black - before they're returned to Milliways.
But they're not the hallway.
They're in his bedroom, in the staff hallway; Doc looks around for the figure, but all he gets is a glimpse of shadow that ripples and fades into non-existence, as quickly as it came. He shivers, reminded of the biting cold they'd just stepped from, and makes his way to fetch a heavy coat from the rack near the door.
It may still be early, but he won't be going back to sleep. The crowded Christmas-morning bar will be better than this silence that permeates the apartment.
He wants a cup of coffee, with bourbon. And marshmallows.
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But they're not the hallway.
They're in his bedroom, in the staff hallway; Doc looks around for the figure, but all he gets is a glimpse of shadow that ripples and fades into non-existence, as quickly as it came. He shivers, reminded of the biting cold they'd just stepped from, and makes his way to fetch a heavy coat from the rack near the door.
It may still be early, but he won't be going back to sleep. The crowded Christmas-morning bar will be better than this silence that permeates the apartment.
He wants a cup of coffee, with bourbon. And marshmallows.