Barbara managed to catch an hour more of sleep before she got up to shower and go in search of some breakfast. Downstairs there was a buffet in, what she thought, was a rather nice looking part of the restaurant. She grabbed what looked delicious and sat to eat.
A moment later, a gentleman asked if he could join her. He introduced himself as 'Hank' and sat before Barbara could protest. She didn't like the way he leered at her and spoke only of himself, so she excused herself and went back upstairs to her room where she could gather her things and head out for the day.
When she unlocked the door, however, A man who looked and spoke exactly like Hank was standing inside, waiting for her. Barbara was about to scream when she heard the click of something next to her ear.
"Don't move, don't scream. Just listen," the man even sounded like Hank, "we're going for a little walk and you're going to leave a note for your husband. Tell him that you bumped into an old friend or something." He tossed a hotel notepad and pen at her feet.
Barbara swallowed the urge to cry and bent down to pick them up. As she stood up straight again, she caught a glimpse of a revolver by her head and fumbled a little. Daleks and aliens were one thing but a gun? Heavens!
Quickly she scrawled out a note, hating herself for not being able to figure out some code she could hide in it to let Ian know it wasn't her - that she wouldn't do such a thing to him on their anniversary. Then she tossed it so that the pad landed between the two of them.
"Good girl," he said with a creepy grin and then every thing went black.
Re: Copy Cat
A moment later, a gentleman asked if he could join her. He introduced himself as 'Hank' and sat before Barbara could protest. She didn't like the way he leered at her and spoke only of himself, so she excused herself and went back upstairs to her room where she could gather her things and head out for the day.
When she unlocked the door, however, A man who looked and spoke exactly like Hank was standing inside, waiting for her. Barbara was about to scream when she heard the click of something next to her ear.
"Don't move, don't scream. Just listen," the man even sounded like Hank, "we're going for a little walk and you're going to leave a note for your husband. Tell him that you bumped into an old friend or something." He tossed a hotel notepad and pen at her feet.
Barbara swallowed the urge to cry and bent down to pick them up. As she stood up straight again, she caught a glimpse of a revolver by her head and fumbled a little. Daleks and aliens were one thing but a gun? Heavens!
Quickly she scrawled out a note, hating herself for not being able to figure out some code she could hide in it to let Ian know it wasn't her - that she wouldn't do such a thing to him on their anniversary. Then she tossed it so that the pad landed between the two of them.
"Good girl," he said with a creepy grin and then every thing went black.