Eye of the Storm

(Closed to ten and me) May watched the shooting star streak across the sky, a look of complacency on her face. She fiddled with a button on her shirt absent-mindedly, a faint frown at the corners of her mouth. After Torchwood had collapsed she'd been forced to adapt to a normal life. It didn't suit her. May didn't have friends, her prickly nature tended to put people off. She just didn't get people at all. She wanted more. She wanted the extraordinary, because that's what she was best at. May wondered about the shooting star. She'd always wondered where they landed when she was a little girl. Now she knew they didn't, but she fancied a walk, so she stood up from the grass and made her way in the path it had taken.

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