Light well past Midnight
full moon glow, lamp post bright, or
HurryWhen River Song and Captain Jack are in a hurry, nothing stands in their way...
Jack did a backflip off the stairway wall, landed on his feet and took off, dress shoes scuffing on the wet pavement.
River leaped over the barrier wall into the parking lot, stiff-arming herself over the brick edifice without pause.
Jack leaped over after her, bounding up with both feet tucked like a rabbit, his vintage WWII coat fluttering out behind him.
They dodged through the cars, rebounding off bumpers and boots, rolling across bonnets and leapfrogging the occasional mini's cab.
The air was hazy, cool, heavy with moisture, a dense not-quite fog. It was thick in their lungs, but they were both accustomed to strange atmospheric conditions. Different times, different worlds, always the running. River could feel the moisture kinking up her hair, tingling her scalp.
Jack pointed, he didn't waste breath on words. She nodded. They leaped and rolled over the last cars in the line and sprinted across t