[Church yard. The Doctor likely doesn't know it, can't feel it like Constantine can, but the church was desecrated by something. It felt like an oily slick on the skin, a feeling that something wasn't quite right, but he hadn't done much more than note it as they'd passed by earlier. If he went about trying to stomp out every little flicker of darkness, he'd never get anything down.
Now, of course, Constantine is kicking himself for not realising sooner or at least looking into the blasted place. Maybe they wouldn't be in this mess now.
He can't even reassure the man that he's on his way. The fact that the Doctor is keeping the line open hasn't escaped his notice, and there's a chance that he might hear something useful. He can't jeopardise that. What he can do, at least, is switch it to mute so they can't hear him shouting curses and slamming his hand against the car door in frustration.
The church is the only lead he has, and it's where Constantine heads, though he doubts it's going to be as easy as just waltzing in the front door for a rescue. Building that old, had to be underground sections, maybe even tunnels somewhere. All the more places he'd have to search and time to waste.]
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Now, of course, Constantine is kicking himself for not realising sooner or at least looking into the blasted place. Maybe they wouldn't be in this mess now.
He can't even reassure the man that he's on his way. The fact that the Doctor is keeping the line open hasn't escaped his notice, and there's a chance that he might hear something useful. He can't jeopardise that. What he can do, at least, is switch it to mute so they can't hear him shouting curses and slamming his hand against the car door in frustration.
The church is the only lead he has, and it's where Constantine heads, though he doubts it's going to be as easy as just waltzing in the front door for a rescue. Building that old, had to be underground sections, maybe even tunnels somewhere. All the more places he'd have to search and time to waste.]