Dr. Who - BBC New Series 36 - The Killertrine Storm
Dr. Who
Brother Neame lay still where he’d fallen, conscious that any hint of movement might reveal his hiding place. He fought to stifle the desperate urge to suck in lungfuls of air, each breath roaring in his ears as if screaming, ‘Over here.’
With the passing of each agonising moment, he could feel the dampness of the sodden grass, soaking through his robes until it met his trembling body, the icy chill flooding over his skin with such ferocity that his pounding heart could do little to fight it.
Yet the monk remained still, listening desperately for any sign of pursuit.
The coming dawn would see a deep frost spread across the county like a cotton shroud. How beautiful it would be. Crisp, white, clean.
Would he live to see that morning? Or would the Devil take him first?
Silence.