2Considering she'd only slept two hours last night, and has been driving for almost the last three, Luce's remarkably alert as the Tardis enters the densely forested hills rising up from the southern banks of Loch Ness.
It's not long till the car crests a slope that opens up into high open moorland, and the woods on the left thin and open up, revealing the valley and loch below. It's postcard stuff. Ness's dark waters cut away through the hills to the north east like a great black glacier-carved s***h in the earth. Luce's been up this way a few times, and still can't resist taking her eyes off the road a little too often for safety, more than a little awed by the view, but mainly of course, checking the murky surface of the loch for any sign of you-know-who. She can't help it. It's the ki
