"Canda," she says, low, and then in a swift darting movement she spins on her heels and she's scrambling across the stage in a low crouch. Her boots and fingertips leave scuffs of lurid crimson on the boards.
Regan is staring in fixed horror at Gabriel's mangled body, at Simon kneeling over him. River grabs her arm, and it's a moment before Regan's head turns.
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Date: 2007-07-31 03:18 am (UTC)"Canda," she says, low, and then in a swift darting movement she spins on her heels and she's scrambling across the stage in a low crouch. Her boots and fingertips leave scuffs of lurid crimson on the boards.
Regan is staring in fixed horror at Gabriel's mangled body, at Simon kneeling over him. River grabs her arm, and it's a moment before Regan's head turns.
"Through the door," River says, low and intense.
"Over the river -- now, we have to now!"