Monsters in the Mist: A Doctor Who Adventure
Inspired by: http://amyisalittledecoy.deviantart.com/art/Monsters-in-the-Mist-373376950
Moscow was misty that night. Snow fell down and the streets were empty but for a lone figure who was drunk and mumbling to himself in sloppy Russian. Abram Tarasov walked along, in the middle of the road, stumbling stupidly, holding the beer bottle aloft. He had a round face, a thin mouth that was dribbling as he took another swig. His matted hair was damp underneath a cap as the mist clung all around him, obscuring his already volatile vision.
Then he saw it. A figure, seemingly rise up out of the mist, there yet not quite, as though it was on screen; flickering and semi-solid. Abram’s mouth opened and he dropped the bottle, staring at the person. He was baffled, not because it was an un-natural thing but because the person standing in front of his eyes…was dead.
Anastasia Lufkin had been his sweetheart. Her face was exactly as he remembered