Still holding onto his wrist, River turns slowly and comes face to face with her pickpocket. He’s older than she’d expected – fluffy gray curls peeking out from beneath a battered top hat. Tall and thin, he wears a shabby black coat and leans heavily on a walking stick. He’s staring right at her but his eyes are oddly blank and she realizes with a jolt that he’s blind.
“Well no wonder I caught you,” she mutters, watching him frown in her direction. “You can’t even see what you’re doing.”
Bookmarked by Hatska2Wolf
20 May 2018
Extremely good doctor who fic that I love dearly and think is brilliant