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I must be getting close. Judy's whiskers twitched, and she twisted her paws together, sniffing at the air. The soggy air did indeed hold traces of fox. C'mon Judy, you can do this. Almost forty-eight hours ago her friend, her best friend, Nick, had been declared missing. He had disappeared, leaving barely a trace behind. Barely. The rabbit crouched low to branch she was perched on, uneasy pricklings going up and down her neck. A chill floated through her body, and Judy shivered, rubbing her paws up and down her arms. Mist hovered quietly above the ground, weaving in and out of bushes, around the trunks of trees. The wind gave a soft rustle as

The Ghost of a Memory Sleet dripped down from the heavens like drool from a dog's mouth. The buildings towered on either side, peering down at the Doctor suspiciously as he made his way down the twisted alleyway. Droplets of water hung from his warm brown hair, and he dug his hands in his pockets, hunching over against the cold. "Well, seems like I lost them," he muttered to himself. "Probably should be making our way back to the TARDIS, eh Rose?" His feet suddenly planted, stopping as suddenly as if a brick wall had sprang up in front of him. His face twisted, and his teeth clenched. Where did that come from? She's gone, you idiot. He hated