Kate Oswald always loved Space. She would sit outside and watch the stars. She would read every book and watch every tv show and movie that had anything to do with space.
So when a strange man, in a blue police box wearing a bow tie, asks whether o...
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ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ months later is where we continue, camera in the sky focused on a small figure running between trees. We're in Yellowstone National Park, that much is obvious by the luscious vegetation growing around the running figure, and the fact that the Old Faithful geyser can be seen in the distance. The camera zooms in on the figure, allowing us to see that it's a woman as she darts between two of the biggest trees she's ever seen, having to jump over a log to do so. She turns her head once she lands, eyes narrowing at the sight of the two SUV's trailing her. They're getting closer and she's running out of breath, if her laboured panting is anything to go by.
She looks at the camera. There stands Kate Oswald in the same white shorts, white vest and white button-up outfit we saw her in last, but it's dirtier than before, covered in dust and green stains of forestry. Her hair has been pulled up into a small ponytail, the end of it swaying back and forth as she continues running, Converse-covered feet trailing dust behind her. From the camera angle, we can see that her arms and legs are covered in tally marks - five, ten, fifteen, twenty, and so on. She's been counting something. We can't tell what it is.
Old Faithful erupts right in front of her. She jumps back. The SUV's are closer now but with the erupting geyser in her way, there's no way she can get around it and away in time. She spins around as the SUV's roll to a stop, holding her breath. The camera pans over Kate Oswald and towards the cars, watching as Canton Everett Delaware III - ex-agent of the FBI - steps out of one, another man we don't recognise steps out of the other, forcing us to believe that he too is FBI, or at least was.
"Mr Delaware," she greets, trying to catch her breath. Some of her hair is falling out of its updo and into her face. She blows it out of her eyes, which have narrowed into glares at the small man standing in front of her.
"Miss Oswald." He motions for the man from the other car to move. They're dressed similarly - black suits, black glasses. They mean business. We get the feeling that Kate has been running from them for quite some time. The man rolls out the black bag that was in his hands, setting it on the ground in front of him. Kate's eyes zero in on it.
