You can be overpowered. - Camille Paglia
Fingertips trace lightly against the leather, the strap once so secured to his wrist, now lays at the bedside table so often forgotten. Shaking his head a bit he tries to think about the life he had before this. Just how foolishly he'd lived it all. Running scams, taking what he pleased from life... now trapped in a time where all that he knew had little value he wondered just how he was going to survive. Still there were moments of hope straying in between all the ones where he felt like giving up.
Meeting her in the garden that afternoon and almost sure he was hearing things when she knew that his Doctor and her Doctor were the same. It still seems like a dream, like a world that he'd figured he would simply drop into and then leave without any effort and it's just been clinging to him since that day. The more he stops to look at her the more he feels this life pulling him closer, drawing him into accepting that this is exactly where he will live out his days.
It wasn't so bad though.
( Moving from his room into the hallways... )