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Lethe knows better than to wish. She'd wished for nothing more than peace, and her planet finally found it - in the death and nothingness that follow in Galaxia's wake. But for Mnemosyne, she can't deny Mnemosyne anything. When the chance comes to be rid of Galaxia's bracelets and return to their bodies, she is there, hand in hand with her sister, ready to face whatever comes and grasp their future.

It isn’t what she wanted at all. Her skin sags. Her flesh reeks and her hand no longer maintains its grip. Her legs refuse to obey her and she lurches forward entirely without grace. Lethe is horrified to find herself in her body not as she remembers it, but as it is now.

“Our bodies...” Mnemosyne’s voice was slightly raspy as she spoke, as though it was getting caught in her throat somehow. “These are... our old bodies. Lethe..” she hasn’t quite seemed to have noticed it yet -- the smell of decaying flesh, the gobs of hair that have loosened from her head... “We can be whole again...” as she looks to her sister, her smile, usually simple and sweet -- has taken on a more sinister appearance -- her gums are clearly rotting. “Our bodies have returned...!”

(ooc: please let us know if you’d prefer a post order or separate threads, or which/both of the girls)

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Mnemosyne can no longer hold back. Her feet quicken, almost falling over one another as she attempts to hurry forward, her hands, the flesh melting away as she raises them -- reach out for him, clawing at the air as she attempts to close the distance between them.

Clearly, she is not interested in bargaining...

The Doctor hops back. Right, well. That's not going to work. He holds his hands up and points to the side. "Is that a meat stand? Look! Right there!"

And then he quickly turns and starts running. Running from zombies. Part of him is giddy at the fact that he actually gets to run from real zombies! Dream zombies, but that's close enough.

Whether she truly understands or not, Lethe looks in the direction the doctor had pointed. But she does not feel the draw there that she does to the flesh and blood man in front of them. In some confusion, she looks back to him- and he's already moving.

She is much slower.

Mnemosyne does the same -- as though she was mesmerized more by the pointing motion than anything that might be in the direction -- but when she turns back again, she steps closer towards him, realizing that now the distance between them is much greater. He's running...

The girl in rags of pink shuffles forward, arms still outstretched in front of her. His smell is so intoxicating... so easy to follow!

The Doctor reaches into his coat pocket as he slides along a corner, fumbling with frequencies on his sonic screwdriver. He doesn't have a zombie invasion setting--why doesn't he? It seems like a good idea to have it now! But no, Amy said that it'd be stupid. Who would need a zombie invasion setting on a screwdriver? Apparently him!

Again he turns another corner and enters a room, slamming the door behind him and locking it. "Right. In a room! That's a start."

It takes awhile before she reaches it, but inevitably, inexorably, there comes a pounding on the door. Heedless of their own bodies, the two likely only need time to break it down or find another way in. The low, confused garble of Lethe's voice comes from outside it.

A door, something that would have been so simple only a matter of hours ago, was now something that seemed nearly impenetrable. Mnemosyne adds her own bangs on it, then scratches along the sides trying to claw her way in somehow, streaks of skin melting into the frame as she continues to grab at the edges.

He glances over his shoulder at the door and then looks back at the windows. Well, window. He rushes to it, shaking his sonic and pointing it at the latch. The latch pops open in a second and he's shoving the window open. Oh, it'd be nice if he could wake up right about now! Not that he seems to be able to. It'd be very bad if he woke up when they were snacking on his brain. Not that'd be pleasant to have them snack on his brain when he was awake either.

The Doctor peaks his head out of the window and laughs nervously. Three stories up. Well, better than nothing he supposes. He slips out of the window, making his way on the thin edge to the fire escape. Hopefully before they knock down the door!

Lethe beats herself against the door as if she doesn't quite understand why it hasn't buckled yet, why it's so difficult to get inside. The Doctor has all the time in the world, when his pursuers are this slow and shoddy.

At last, the door starts to show signs of breaking. Methodically, ploddingly, the no-longer-Lethe keeps at it.

Her fingers are mostly tipped with bone now, as the hinges begin to rattle loose. When they finally fall to the ground, the door tips over, revealing the inside contents. Mnemosyne wastes no time in taking an unsteady step forward, slowly making a sweep of room, not yet able to see where the doctor had taken off to.

"Ah! Ouch! That was rather rude!"

The Doctor waggles his finger at the offending firescape before pulling himself up. He tugs on his green jacket to fix it, making sure his cowboy hat is on right before quickly heading down the stairs. It would be best if he could find a way to wake the pair up, but he had a sinking feeling that was going to be impossible.

[Waking from this nightmare is only a very distant goal, far behind survival, far beyond the brutality of what survival means. The clattering noise growing louder suggests the pair are approaching.]

It's the voice coming from the window that finally gives his position away. The one in rags of pink manages to stagger over towards it, and pokes her head out to confirm the prey's position.

But stairs are tricky when your legs don't work quite right, and even though it's probably a mistake to do so, Mnemosyne lifts a leg over the sill, moving to push herself off of the ledge onto the escape.

"Ahh, aren't you going to stop? You'll fall apart at this rate!" The Doctor shouts at them. "That's a bit more important than my brain!"

There's only one word she can make her voice form, and it's the dream letting her do even that much.

"Hungry." She presses against the wall, overanxious for her turn to try the windowsill.

Unfortunately Doctor, that logic doesn't mean much to one that can no longer comprehend words. All that Mnemosyne can be certain of right now -- is that something about him is delicious, wanted... And the need to reach him is only getting stronger. This feeling itself is what urges her to push herself off of the wall, intending to propell herself forward with the motion, closer to whatever made him so inviting --

But with poor balance as it was, Mnemosyne was unable to catch herself in time as she reached the other side of the fire escape, tipping over the railing and beginning a long, hard fall, past the Doctor, reaching for him as she zipped by -- and splat onto the cement below.

Face first on the ground, she twitched. No longer able to get up...

The Doctor takes a step back, staring at the body as it hits the ground. He's in complete and utter shock. Death isn't new to him. He's seen it through out all of space and time. And yet, still, even then... even then...

Even then, they are always together, and once Mnemosyne is gone, Lethe heads there in a mindless purpose that might have been grief in normal circumstances. It makes her fall into the same trap, as if the two can never quite escape that fate to perish together.

Her body sinks to the ground.

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I lol'd. Doctor, you are adorable.

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Glad to make you all laugh :)

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