It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning 'round...
It's not quite the full moon, but close enough. Close enough that Angua is antsy, especially as she'd been keeping her head down for the latest of the Inn's odd epidemics.
But she's not outside - rather, she's sitting in the restaurant, by a window, just far enough that the moonlight won't fall through the window to hit her. Her chin is cupped in one hand, and she's staring out quietly, thoughtfully. She's been thinking. Most of the things she's been thinking, she doesn't care to share.
And though he only left the other night, when Jack walks back in - walking backwards, so he doesn't at first realize where he is - he looks very different. He's not in a uniform of any sort, actually dressed remarkably casually for him, barefoot, just in an undershirt and trousers. And he's smiling, laughing, lit up like he rarely is these days, waiting for the Doctor. He's happy, and the smile doesn't fade as he turns around.
Oh, he missed this place. After another thirty years or so... he'd been looking forward to get back to her.
But she's not outside - rather, she's sitting in the restaurant, by a window, just far enough that the moonlight won't fall through the window to hit her. Her chin is cupped in one hand, and she's staring out quietly, thoughtfully. She's been thinking. Most of the things she's been thinking, she doesn't care to share.
And though he only left the other night, when Jack walks back in - walking backwards, so he doesn't at first realize where he is - he looks very different. He's not in a uniform of any sort, actually dressed remarkably casually for him, barefoot, just in an undershirt and trousers. And he's smiling, laughing, lit up like he rarely is these days, waiting for the Doctor. He's happy, and the smile doesn't fade as he turns around.
Oh, he missed this place. After another thirty years or so... he'd been looking forward to get back to her.