Regan stifles a shriek when she's yanked down -- get down, Gabriel shouted, and maybe this is a bodyguard, but maybe it's not, and she can't see.
One flash of strangely damped light reveals Crowley's face, and River's, and she sags in relief. "What's going on?" she hisses, and another flicker of light illuminates an audience roiling in panic and disorientation.
And then --
lăotiān, bù, that scream, that sound, she'll hear it in her dreams and she wants to vomit and she wants to scream too, because that sound should never come from a human throat, and she knows -- she has no way to know, but she does, she's certain -- she knows who's screaming.
Overlapping it, almost before, River screams; she was struggling before but she seems berserk now, and Regan should do something -- should calm her, should run to her husband, should do something to stop this, but she's frozen. Numb.
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One flash of strangely damped light reveals Crowley's face, and River's, and she sags in relief. "What's going on?" she hisses, and another flicker of light illuminates an audience roiling in panic and disorientation.
And then --
lăotiān, bù, that scream, that sound, she'll hear it in her dreams and she wants to vomit and she wants to scream too, because that sound should never come from a human throat, and she knows -- she has no way to know, but she does, she's certain -- she knows who's screaming.
Overlapping it, almost before, River screams; she was struggling before but she seems berserk now, and Regan should do something -- should calm her, should run to her husband, should do something to stop this, but she's frozen. Numb.
This can't be happening.